I had no idea the price of a life nor how wrong I was, for I did not see the Nazgul in its true form, to the point where I wished for death
Shock waves from trauma and fear echo throughout time
I’d like to have it tied to the trunk as something I happen to gaze at in my rear view mirror while I extend the middle finger as desired.
Unless you have a fellow mtb wizard at your disposal here are a few tips and hints I have gathered from my newborn MTB experience
A few tidbits and observations on those “Group Rides”
I am an overall metamorphic blob of the feel-skees.
Fear and getting over it.
Well, sort of.