On your Bikes Down the World's Most Dangerous Road: Mountain Biking from La Paz to Coroico
If you visit La Paz, ever in your life, you pretty much HAVE to "do" the world's most dangerous road on a mountain bike. It's a travel must.
In my particular case, nothing makes me forget about national political crisis like 40 miles of aggressive downhill (3600m drop) mountain biking. So, in the midst of the Bolivian president's resignation, Liz and I went down the "World's Most DANGEROUS Road" on bike, and survived.
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That said, Kory from Gravity Assisted Mountain Biking is my hero. If you are in La Paz, and you decide to do the treacherous La Cumbre to Coroico track (aka Death Road, Worlds Most Dangerous Road, yada yada), go down to the Prado across the street from Dumbo Ice Cream, and book with the dudes from Gravity.
First of all, our bikes where awesome. Mine was named Hoss, which made me very happy. It had pretty swan stickers on it too, which made me less happy. Anyway, the gravity guides stress safety and professionalism to an excessive point, so much that I thought they might be BS'ing.
That was until I saw the bikes the other companies give you to get down the mountain; Crappy old GT bikes like what you had in the 'burbs when you where 16. This is a serious trail, with real danger of death and dismemberment, and you will want something a little better than the bike equivalent of an '86 two-tone Ford Bronco II to make it down safe.
In a group of about 17 people, all 17 lived, which is always cool. In fact, except for a few cuts and scrapes, we all made it down the road without injury. I was able to not injure myself, or those around me, in an action activity for the first time in recent history, so I was pretty psyched.
Actually the most dangerous and frightening part of the whole trip for me was the bus ride home back up the road. On a bike, by myself, I don't mind the steep dropoffs and dangerous curves because I had contol of my destiny. In the bus, I was scared for my very life. This road is no joke. Take a look for yourself...
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You gotta be half crazy to drive on that road, but our man Santiago got us back home safe. When I went to sleep that night, kinda like after a day of boating, I felt like I was still riding down the mountain. It's an awesome, intense, insert other strong adjective experience that I would recommend to anyone, anywhere. Stop reading the internet now and go do it, and tell Kory and Allister that Austin says hi.