The Artifacts Journal
Even after the night-ride to end all night-rides, it appears that there are certainly no easy roads in West Java. Just to get to the footpath to the climb-spot required a creeping, slog on the bikes through a maze of indecipherably deep mud puddles, courtesy a monsoon season that hasn’t quite left us.
It's hot, the downtown Jakarta traffic is flowing at an incandescent pace, and all that matters is not losing your line amidst the madness. It feels like the most dangerous ride of your life until a family of six flies past you, half of which are asleep. Somehow this eases your stress.
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