How it feels, to whistle down between the tree-lined tea plantations, wind brushing your face.
Phew.
The speed as you wiggle around the singletrack, so periously close to the edge of the plantation valleys...
How your lungs bursts as you slowly grind up that never ending climb.
How slippery the ground is the morning after the rain, and how your heart pounds as you wrestle the bike down the steep slope, slipping and sliding...
But i'd rather let you picture, the end of the ride. dirty, tired, smiling, and all around you is a stunning vista of trees and that sweet mountain air.
Phew.I love my new Hobby.
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