heights , of certain death , creating fear within a riding community , a lasting impression that becomes embellished as time goes on . Yet , none seem to have a legend despite most being a challenge even for the experienced rider regardless of machine . No . At the end of each day regaled stories tell of adventure and almost certain death , all with a mocking laugh and cheers of drinks . Hell , I even had my own story ready , of racing ahead of the pack to find a good location to photograph the following riders . Of riding around a mountainside with what seemed like nothing but an endless void beneath the roads edge . A speed and level of proficiency that even the greatest of Dakar racers would admire . I found a spot and then realised that 19 year old Sarah , on her first ride in Nepal , was right behind me , her middle finger
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