There is a sense of camaraderie between cyclists; we always check out each other’s bikes, want to know where the other is going and we all struggle up hills.
Since the locals rode single speeds, they couldn’t keep up with us on steeper inclines.
Some of them were fearless and ended catching up via hair-raising descents.
But for others – they hit a bump, crashed and ‘nose-dived’ across the road.
So out came our first aid kit to help patch up their bloodied face, elbows and knees.
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