The mountain bike riding around Kowen Forest is sublime. Beautifully crafted trails that allow you to let the bike maintain speed around sweeping berms and simply leaves a huge smile on your face.
Well, sort of.
It's not so sublime when you put your keys in your pocket and somewhere along a 12 odd km stretch of trail they fall out of a hole in the bottom of said pocket.
Not anywhere near sublime when the spare keys happen to be a 3 hour drive away!
Not even close to sublime when you are travelling at about 1 km an hour looking everywhere for your lost keys. And every rider that you pass and ask if they have seen them gives you that look that you give someone when you know there is no hope. No hope at all.
So far away from sublime when the resulting loss means a tow back to town and the ordering of a new set of keys that have to be programmed to your car and it's all going to cost.
I'm all for adventures, even epics. But when it's caused by you being an idiot, it doesn't have that same appeal.
Then... Ricey said the immortal words, "Well, while we are out here we might as well have some fun!" And we rode the last section of trail.
Sublime trail.
Trail that makes you forget about most things.
Even lost keys.
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