Ripping down the trail I hop off of a root, bounce into a tree and ram through a rock garden. Almost clearing the rocks, I catch the last one and flip over into a bush. Up walks the goat.
Me: Damn it goat, this trail doesn’t have any Flow!
Goat: Real flow is found in yourself, not built into a trail.
Me: Thanks for the help goat! I’m laying here on my back and you can’t be more specific?
Goat: Get down and listen to the trail as you ride.
Me: I guess it doesn’t pay to hallucinate anymore…
Goat: That’s what Froome said. Why do you think he always has his head tilted to the side? He is listening to the road.
Me: Wow, Chris Froome! Did you tell him to pedal really fast to?
Goat: No.
Me: Any more advice?
Goat: Not today. Keep riding and crashing and I’ll keep coming.
Me: Have you seen my shoe?
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