The hard way to mountain bike

Today, I had a little time to spare, so I decided to change my mountain bike routine and return home via lah-di-dah, a trail that is all but smooth and that should be a “road to hell paved with bad intentions”.

It has huge, malicious rocks surging from all places and a thick brush of vegetation, some of it made of stiff gamble oaks. A true torture for a short mile! What's amazing is that until 2014, I would often ride that trail and, worse yet, take my wife on it. In a sane world, this would probably count towards spousal abuse.

After a few harsh brushes with the surrounding trees, I survived, got home and promised myself “No more lah-di-dah on a bike!”