No doubt this will soon start popping up in BBC current affairs programmes discussing reckless cyclists and how they all need to have insurance and pay "road tax"
I'm curious as to how these spots are even found... Look Jim, we could start here. Ride through this rock and cliff. Then get to that area over there where it's only wide enough for two snakes to fuck. After that, we can fly through the air to the other side of the mountain, make a right at the cactus that is ready to shove it's thorns right up our asses. Finally, we come to a stop at the bottom where there is no way to get back to civilization