The worst part of the bike ride was when I came flying down the hill to see Juan standing to the left of the trail shouting something about staying left. I couldn't see a fork to the right so I didn't understand what he was saying. As I approached I couldn't slow down fast enough and had to go into the bushes to the right to avoid hitting Juan. "Oh, that is what you meant, stay left so you don't endo in the dip! Ouch!" Oh well, the day wouldn't be complete without a good crash.
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