Sunday sun. Old friend. New trails.
Roots. Rocks. Ridges.
Left, right, left. Woods, rivers.
Singletrack. Empty mind, clear head.
Doubletrack. World: put to rights.
Garden of England, they called it.
This is why.
[This post was fueled by a sunset ride along Bidborough Ridge]
Roots. Rocks. Ridges.
Left, right, left. Woods, rivers.
Singletrack. Empty mind, clear head.
Doubletrack. World: put to rights.
Garden of England, they called it.
This is why.
[This post was fueled by a sunset ride along Bidborough Ridge]
