Riding in the UK
Sep 01, 2021
2 minutes
Mikko Nieminen, Editor
It was the strangest feeling: I was at the Black Mountain Road viewpoint in Wales, and I was melting faster than the ice lollies flying out of the ice cream van parked next to me. It was so hot that you could almost scoop up the Tarmac with a spoon.
I know it was the height of
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