just come back from what i thought would be a hard ride up dundry across the fields and a coast back down again around 1hr tops
so bag and lights sorted and off i set about halfway up the dingy dark lane with lights on full blow i started talking to myself for a breif moment about how long the blody hill was
me- how long is theis f*c*ing hill...
somthing in the bush.....F*C*ING MASIVE
that was it royaly shit myself and caned it back down the hill and did some road work to calm down
im asuming it was in my head as it sounded very gremlin ish but still need to change my shorts when i got home.
anyone had things like this happen?

