This was a surreal day. Through a combination of sheer ignorance, entitlement, and disregard for policemen with glowy-sticks pointed at us (seriously, do people really stop for this?) we thought it would be just a couple of bicycles that we need to rev beyond and we’d be through and on our way to a tasty mountain pass. However, like Leonardo DiCaprio’s character in the Western classic “Be Quick or Be Dead”, we got hoisted on our own foolish youthful arrogance. Except, instead of getting a bullet to the gut and Sharon Stone’s bitty in our mouths, we dined on venison and drank fine mead at the top of the mountain until the pedalling subsided. Still though… a mouth unbittied is a tragic thing.
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