Skip to content “Arghhh!” A loud scream tears through the otherwise calm Sunday afternoon; the shrub near my feet shudders as a couple of squirrels scurry away in fright, and then I see it — Alex hurtling towards me almost out-of-control cycling down the slope, exhilaration written on his face as his legs pump at the pedals at lightning speed. “Outta the way!” he shouts as I gently step aside and let him pass. He disappears down the cycling path with a scream and a swoosh. “Too much drama. Wonder where he’s going,” chuckles Vince. “Google maps says he’s going in the opposite direction.” “He’ll be back,” I grin. Our motley group all mounted on bicycles patiently waits by the side of the road on the empty cycle path, our eyes scanning the scene for Alex. Sure enough, he returns with a sheepish grin on his face. “Hi again, guys. I’ve saved you some trouble. There’s no way down there.” “We know,” states straight-faced Mark unblinking and unamused. “What did you see there, man?” asks Harr
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