I found myself back in the UK for my 48th. No family but a ridding friend that insisted Wales. We pulled out of Afan Sat morn, crossed the river heading for "The Wall". A jogger ran up...."A Mtb'er is down, the ambulance has gone the wrong way.." We got up to the main road and redirected the Warden and ambulance to the site. They did what they could.
He was a rider, he was younger than me and lying in the dirt and mud he was dead.
We didnt talk much the rest of the day. Just flowed with the trails, mortaliity on the rear wheel.
He was a rider, he was younger than me and lying in the dirt and mud he was dead.
We didnt talk much the rest of the day. Just flowed with the trails, mortaliity on the rear wheel.
