The Vision of a Line

Published: 2nd June 2016 | By billy1979

For Harry Molloy, MTB athlete, a weekly riding routine isn't the same without some burnt rubber on the tracks.

The down-home Ghetto Track wasn't enough for that day.

There was a line on the opposite hillside, steep and straight, leading from the heart of the mine all the way down to the village.

The adrenaline from free-riding was pushing him: there was something magnetic there waiting for him on the other side.

He couldn't wait another second.

It was time to drop in.