




Imagine this, a caravan of 11 Land Cruisers all driven by crazy young locals, up and down double black diamonds on the steepest slopes in the alps, just not quite as high. We were in the last car, the girls were up front somewhere. (I had a flashback of the warm up ride with Paul Pigue in Houston during the rodeo trail ride, but this was no horse trail, we were going much faster, say about 100kph, it seemed.) Alex and I did some screaming from the back seat. Chris said if he screamed, Sammy our driver, could slap him. It was scarey fun and the best part was that Chris was not driving.
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