Blood, Sweat and Skyr
RJ Sauer’s fat-bikepacking trip through Iceland takes a turn for the worse, sending his party on a quest for the elusive “Bike Repair Enthusiast” in the mystical mountains of Kerlingarfjöll…
A loud WHIRRRRRRR screeched from the front wheel of my bike. A raw and unnatural siren. The innate sound of bad things to come, especially when barreling full speed down a rocky road with over 80 pounds strapped to a fat bike at coordinates nowhere in the middle of the Icelandic Highlands.
I instinctively pumped the brakes. Pulled the shoot. Gently now. Let’s not overreact here. A pilot guiding himself in for a crash landing.
POP.
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