Well, I has speak of it many time, so, lady and gentlemens, may I introduces: The infamous, the rarely seen by human eye, the cruel and mocking, the brutal and punishing, the seductive yet nearly insurmountable… Hill of Death! [dun dun dun]
You know it really not look too bad in photo. But it go about 60 yard straight down and after torrential rains, the sides is so steep is nearly impossible to not slide into rocky ravine carved through middle. Is cause of 95% of my crashes, my scars, my bruises and plus also, it broke my super pricey sunglasses, pop two tire and bent up numerous foot pegs! It my White Wale, my motorbiking Moby Dick. But even as weak and sick as I am, I knew at some point on this trip, we would has to face each other once again. And so we did.
And then, I do something very, very difficult. Something I has never ever done before. I turn the hell around. I sure I not has to point out glaring obvious analogy of this story.