When your tire falls to the outside of the track.

Minutes after bailing hard into the shrub brush. Ass over tea kettle. I wasn’t to concerned about smiling. My shoulder and neck are sore today. But, oh, what a righteous ride she was……………

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You walker, there are no roads, only wind trails on the sea. -Robert Bly
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