gave me a bike and they told me we now follow
were two in the afternoon but the air was cold
I found everything: shorts, shirt, sweatshirt, jacket, helmet, gloves and shoes
in 4 with two of them who make 100 miles a week of off-piste
and one that he did until a few years ago
I just said .. I guess it is 10 years nn do more mountain bikes ..
party, and the first ascent and still partially paved, steep, arriving breathlessly at the top of the forest
here then I do not know what I'm experiencing now, but it seems that nature to call me back when, before the hour belgium montenegro , no city, shops, bars, many people, nothing
only surrounded by nature
The road is gravel and a little uphill, but I'm still out of breath, then turn right, steep, in the bush, mud and stones, a steep narrow road just wide 40 cm
takes my breath away, it seems impossible to nail limped
I stop telling me to follow my rhythm, steady
first stage reached .. was Riscle
Peró .. I would have to return almost almost
wooden bridge and a bit rotten and ruined another way to climb
feel the blood pulsing strong behind the neck, shortness of breath we take down a false floor in the veocitá increases ..
in the mud with rotting logs crashing on my fast-ray .., everything is disconnected
pounding his head
stop the helmet is just too small .. we leave
improves breath I take a new rhythm, more dancing trees trunks and deep puddles half wheel
I just ride, no later stop, do not remove feet from pedals, go go!
m behind, waiting for them
careful with me I feel like older brothers who leave the freedom perhaps a bit risky but with a focus on life
me I have to earn
breathtaking descents, short but technical
sit nearly the rear tire, a mud face
fatigue healthy
nearly half a flight in icy river
jump and I cling to a tree, the bike 5 meters further down
you look for a good laugh and say, well we were trying to end this not!
think back to the turn 10 years ago, there were uncles with an eye on, more maternal and fraternal
want to bring them here, along with then
wing end
tired at home among the narrow streets of this Belgium, Germany, Belgium
say the true a hot shower, a cake of rice pudding .. just perfect!
glances and ... Who's taking the next beer?
start again .. together!
I thought back to the moments of the past, resumed after 10 years
tell me .. stupid, when and what would resume riding on two wheels in ste in nature?
of people known by chance one evening in Benin, a few words and deep understanding .. something magical .. how to say .. but we have already known in another world we see this world the same way, because we were so far apart?
finally we met! I love Belgium
love my Belgians!
a beer, too!
I just said .. I guess it is 10 years nn do more mountain bikes ..
party, and the first ascent and still partially paved, steep, arriving breathlessly at the top of the forest
here then I do not know what I'm experiencing now, but it seems that nature to call me back when, before the hour belgium montenegro , no city, shops, bars, many people, nothing
only surrounded by nature
The road is gravel and a little uphill, but I'm still out of breath, then turn right, steep, in the bush, mud and stones, a steep narrow road just wide 40 cm
takes my breath away, it seems impossible to nail limped
I stop telling me to follow my rhythm, steady
first stage reached .. was Riscle
Peró .. I would have to return almost almost
wooden bridge and a bit rotten and ruined another way to climb
feel the blood pulsing strong behind the neck, shortness of breath we take down a false floor in the veocitá increases ..
in the mud with rotting logs crashing on my fast-ray .., everything is disconnected
pounding his head
stop the helmet is just too small .. we leave
improves breath I take a new rhythm, more dancing trees trunks and deep puddles half wheel
I just ride, no later stop, do not remove feet from pedals, go go!
m behind, waiting for them
careful with me I feel like older brothers who leave the freedom perhaps a bit risky but with a focus on life
me I have to earn
breathtaking descents, short but technical
sit nearly the rear tire, a mud face
fatigue healthy
nearly half a flight in icy river
jump and I cling to a tree, the bike 5 meters further down
you look for a good laugh and say, well we were trying to end this not!
think back to the turn 10 years ago, there were uncles with an eye on, more maternal and fraternal
want to bring them here, along with then
wing end
tired at home among the narrow streets of this Belgium, Germany, Belgium
say the true a hot shower, a cake of rice pudding .. just perfect!
glances and ... Who's taking the next beer?
start again .. together!
I thought back to the moments of the past, resumed after 10 years
tell me .. stupid, when and what would resume riding on two wheels in ste in nature?
of people known by chance one evening in Benin, a few words and deep understanding .. something magical .. how to say .. but we have already known in another world we see this world the same way, because we were so far apart?
finally we met! I love Belgium
love my Belgians!
a beer, too!
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