Peeping and falling along the singletrack.

A glorious warm sunny morning. Riding my ebike out for a coffee, I happened upon an undiscovered (for me) singletrack that was set along the base of Red Hill. The track meandered amongst wildflowers and shadows, passing above the backyards of some very expensive houses, offering glorious other-peoples-lives peeping opportunities. ⌾ : Ricoh GR IV Monochrome.⚲ : ///panel.fleet.stack Distracted by the flowers, the trees, the kitchen layouts, and whatnot, I failed to notice that the track (without the slightest hint or warning) suddenly turned to custard. There was a super steep sideways drop-off to it. All covered in these little seed pods that, for all intents and purposes, were ball bearings. The physics of it all was ruthless. One moment I was gawking at a rather luxurious living room with floor to ceiling windows and beautiful plush white couches….the next moment I was looking at the place I didn’t want to go. When I was learning to ride a motorcycle, one thing I remember them saying…