I think anyone who's ridden up very steep mountain ranges—you know, the ones you can see right over the edge of—has had the same thought: Don't go off.
For some, it makes them stiffen up and ride like they're on ice, while others can simply block it out and ride like they normally would. I would describe myself as the latter, or at least I would've until a guardrail stopped me from sliding off the side of a mountain. Now, I don't know what I am.
While riding a mountain road in Mexico that I'd ridden about 100 times before, some loose gravel caused me to lowside, and before I could think, I was sliding on my ass toward a guardrail. It grazed my shins as they slid under, and soon I had to decide if I wanted to stop myself with my head or chest—I opted for my head because I had a helmet, but that was the end of my Alpinestars Supertech R10.
