The mountain path, lined with trees and made of dirt and rounded rocks, sped by in a blur. Riding the fanciest titanium framed bicycle money could buy, Edwin gripped custom made handles and switched from one gear to another with lightning speed.
A streamlined, triple reinforced pitch black helmet sat atop his head. Protection against the unlikely event he fell from his mount.
His pulse thumped loudly in his ears. The path bumpy and unexpectedly full of sharp corners.
The terrain and the challenge he did not mind so much.
The bear ten feet behind him was a problem though.