to help . No , I was on my own and began trudging up the hill . The KLR , complete with milk crate as a top box was well and truly stuck . The exhausted rider stared back at me , unbelieving that someone had found him .
Pushing , heaving , applying throttle , the bike went nowhere until its rear tyre slipped in the mud . The bike went down . The rider sighed , a half laugh escaped my chest . Pushing , heaving , throttle , the bike eventually broke free of its shackles and the roared up the steep incline like nothing had happened . I laughed .
Within minutes a handful of bikes , some small , some large , some inappropriate all made their way up the hill . The struggle intense . I was wrong , this event would be harder than most would anticipate , a challenge that all respected and committed to .
Three levels of route : beginner , 64 kilometres of graded dirt ; intermediate , 96 kilometres of ridge vistas ;
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