I went on a downhill biking tour just outside Sucre. It was really intense. Probably the most technically difficult riding I’ve done in my short riding career, but really fun. we did four course, all of which were on very, very dry dusty roads, occasionally also used by heavy trucks. There were many jagged rocks littered along the road and we even had to cycle through a river at one point. I felt it was much more difficult and dangerous than Death Road, but it was also more rewarding and a ton of fun. Half of our group of six had accidents. One English lad just about broke his wrist on the first run so was out for the day. Another girl did a full summersault over the handlebars and landed in the dust, which was quite impressive. But the award for most spectacular spill went to me. Like the idiot I am I went off the course to find ‘jumps’. I ended up in a tricky spot and to get back on the course there was a steep drop of about eight feet. Was there looked like enough gradient to cycle down it, so without hesitation (or sense) I dropped down it. But of course it was far too steep and as soon as my front tyre hit the bottom I was catapulted in a spectacular flip over the handlebars and onto my bum. Unfortunately where my bum landed there was a cactus living. It was truly like something from a bad comedy movie and the next scene involved one of the girls very graciously plucking cactus needles from my behind.
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Haha, nice story. Did you do that on purpose to get some chick to feel your arse. You're so smooth.
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