It’s not just platonic. Words by Alec Connon, picture by Sim.
I look at the slab – the 15m long Dalbeattie rock. My heart pounds, my heart thumps, my heart squeals.
‘I can’t do it. I can’t do it. I just can’t.’
And then I am on it. My arms lock, keeping my line straight with every ounce of strength that they possess. My arse is so far over my back wheel, it’s in danger of an unexpected nip. My mind is focused, my heart silent. And I can do it. I can. I can.
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