"I feel like I'm in a scene from a mountain bike mag" Mike said as we crested a hill and a long sweeping path stretched out in front of us, the hills illuminated in vivid shades of green against a blue sky dotted with pure white clouds. It was idyllic, briefly. Moments before, we'd all been reduced to a huffy and puffy snotty mess, bikes on our shoulders wondering who'd chosen the route! I did. Anyway, that's how it goes, rough and smooth, ups and downs...graft and reward. Mike gets it. And we all knew what he meant.
