"2nd floor, hardware, childrenswear, ladies lingerie. Oh, good morning Mr. Tyler... going... down?"
I'm picking my way down the hill one ledge at a time, my oversized front brake rotor is controlling the hulking weight of La Porcina Roja Grande, aka Godzilla Mankilla.
Finally both of us are at the bottom.
Whew, that actually wasn't as bad as I thought it would be, although it is pretty gnarly. I'm looking forward to breakfast now.