“Wall” in this case being a metaphorical barrier to dirt biking progress, and “Berlin” in this case being our track in Berlin, Vermont. The track is short, winding, and currently muddy, zigzagging through recently logged forest owned by Chris’s family. I believe we met Chris in my last blog post via total non sequitur, so let’s reintroduce him with another:
“It’s just like tennis!” says
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