Living in KL, one thing that I don’t automatically associate with the lifestyle here is getting into the jungle. Sure it’s all around; little pockets have managed to tenaciously hold on against development, however ultimately KL is your typical big city. An urban jungle as opposed to the green tropical one that it was 150 years ago. Perhaps that’s why it was such fun to go mountain biking in one of these mini jungles tucked in between a couple of major highways.
It was an all kiwi affair with Damian and Paul, who kindly lent me his spare bike starting with a short road ride from Paul’s place in Sri Hartamas to the track entrance. For the next 2 hours we slid (there had been typically prodigious tropical rain overnight) and grunted our way through some technically challenging terrain interspersed with some nerve jangling, white knuckle downhill hooning. Despite it being many years since my last mountain biking experience (about 18 I suspect, which ages me terribly) I had only one spill, with no major damage done. So the question is whether to make the investment in the machinery, after all these things don’t come cheap?
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