Lazmo
Old and hopeless
Just got in from a spot of Dusk Riding… no lights, just go out before last light, ride real local, ride the secondary school mtb track, nearly get hung up on the old tyre section, fumble through some super soft trails that are much harder than they normally are, ride in and out of flats/units driveways, pathetically try to manual off any available slope, or pop off kerbs. Then come home and have a beer.
It reminds me of back in the day, in a share-house of mates up in the hills, all motorbike riders. Dirt and Road. On a full moon, a good mate and I would go late night riding, and turn our lights off… big speeds, madness really, but we knew the roads like the back of our hands, and it was such a blast. Two bevel drive Ducatis, perfectly in sync, simultaneous gear-shifting, open Contis sounding totally magnificent. Luckily, we never hit anything, Dog knows how.
It reminds me of back in the day, in a share-house of mates up in the hills, all motorbike riders. Dirt and Road. On a full moon, a good mate and I would go late night riding, and turn our lights off… big speeds, madness really, but we knew the roads like the back of our hands, and it was such a blast. Two bevel drive Ducatis, perfectly in sync, simultaneous gear-shifting, open Contis sounding totally magnificent. Luckily, we never hit anything, Dog knows how.
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