Two Wheel Tuesday: Set Lines

They came along the narrow trail, across the golden hills, a single-file dashed line of riders, some gaps close, others spread apart. They wore dust scratched by rivulets of sweat. Hellos as they approached and passed masked the exertion of the climb not entirely concealed by the set lines on their faces. Their pace was steady, the relentless toil, a little extra speed being drawn from the legs where the trail grew rocky, a push to clear the obstacles in the way. It was Two Wheel Tuesday and the boys had come out to play.