Lordy!

There’s something about watching these urban downhill races that I find particularly terrifying. Normal pro downhill courses are bad enough.  But I guess because I’m used to riding my bike around trees and rocks, they seem vaguely familiar.  Impossible, but familiar.

But this? I don’t normally ride through someone’s living room then launch off a blind 20-foot drop jump.  All I see are hard surfaces, sharp edges and about a thousand things to hook a handlebar on.