… As a relatively new convert to mountain biking, I’m already familiar with the hazards of this pastime.
In my short two or three years as an enthusiast, I’ve been a victim of protruding roots, tire-swallowing sand pits, teeth-jarring washboard trails and slick, half-buried rocks that have sabotaged my good times like rain on a picnic.
But I never thought I would have to worry about Claymore mines, hand grenades…Â Details
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