
I need dirt.
On dirt, riders scatter enough for me to get photos. On pavement, they tend to stay in tighter groups.
On dirt, riders get to laugh at each other’s falls. On pavement, falls always hurt, and laughing can get your ass kicked.
On dirt, you tend to swap stories when everyone stops to regroup. People talk about how they cleaned a boulder or slipped on a wet root. On the road, there’s not that much to talk about. “Did you pedal for the past half-hour? Hmm. Yeah, me too.” Fascinating stuff.
My mountain bike is spruced up and ready to go. New tires, bottom bracket, chain, cassette and crankset. It needs to be set free.
An escape is being planned. I just need to go over the wall before the guards toss my cell and discover the map.
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