The forks glide through their travel and are wonderfully active - far more than they ever used to be. Supple.
Next time I round the mountain bike it'll probably with my back to the Sligachan Inn, heading over to Camasunary Bay. Little bit excited.
This a journal of my journey of learning to cope with clinical depression, and my love of biking - whether it be mountain, road or anything in between.
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