Dawn was breaking. The wheels of the bike crunched over the shale-covered surface of the path as the wind swirled beyond the overhanging ledge. Conditions were far from ideal: damp, misty and with more than the hangover of a storm in the air, they left little margin for error – an error that equated to a sheer 600 foot drop down to the waiting rocks and waves of the Atlantic. The riders had ventured out not knowing fully what to expect, but it was too late to turn back now.
Written by Karl Fabricius, photos by Victor Lucas
You have to see the pictures of this trail to truly understand the gravity (excuse the pun) of the dangers lurking below. It makes every piece of singletrack I’ve ever ridden look like a double carriage highway!