Worth a thread.
11 years ago riding the paths of Melbourne down by the river, there is a steep incline to a sharp left hand made entirely blind by the buttress of the bridge above. Going nearly too fast when another cyclist appears I lock both wheels for a meter or so, come almost to halt, scoot ashamedly by and pedal off with my heart in my mouth. That was the first test for me.
This is where all the mountain bikers laugh at me.. but I think its a good excuse for ninja-death-avoidance-stories, and maybe something to think about when it comes to adult urban cycle training.
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