The rock face dipped away in front of my bike tire. I was braking too hard and the metal frame began to wobble below me. I had a decision to make. I could either release my claw-like grip on the levers or fall to the side hoping not to slide down the unforgiving granite on my face.
Adrenalin pumped, I was breathing too fast, and sweat dripped down my back. I had to let go of the brake. Read more here…
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