- A steady downhill, will speeds reaching an effortless 35kph
- A sweeping right-hander, bike leant over like Rossi, Fleetwood Mac resounding in my head
- A switchback, to an unexpectedly sharp left
- A bit of a wobble
- A departure off the paved surface, still at about 30kph
- A descent into the 2’ gentle ditch by the side of the road, pannier rack sending a plume of earth onto the tarmac and braked tyres skipping across the damp grass.
- A stunned silence, subsequently broken by an utterly unflustered cow giving a good moo.
