MAD DOGS & ENGLISHMEN & ME.
This is one of the reasons I prefer not to ride in the midday sun.
The two miles of fire road that leads to all the closest trails gets so washed out that you don’t see the ruts and bumps and hidden rocks until you run into them.
And friends, they are plentiful.
Sure there’s the heat and overwhelming brightness and increased risk of overexposure but the inconvenience of being vaulted over the bars is the more immediate issue.
Maybe I should take a different route?
Perhaps I should put on suspension and decrease my risk?
Nope. I’ll just stick to chilly, early morning rides, thank you.
Then after I’m done, mad dogs, Englishmen, the trail is all yours.