I could see a clear line through the bumps. A quick jaunt left, then a cutback right would be needed to start my run. Suddenly, however, a large hole appeared out of nowhere. Without any way to avoid it, I hit it straight on: a jarring thump that made my teeth chatter and my knees buckle.
I was still on my way to the trailhead and facing the toughest line I would see all day. I was on the infamous Route 113 and my truck's suspension was paying the price.
