"She riiide in di skyyy!" proclaimed a local when Katie came ripping out of a particularly tight, rocky section that conveniently delivered us to a corner pub. By the time we spilled into Kingston, all but the ride itself had been forgotten. The symphony of freehubs rivaled the sound of traffic as we rolled through the island's urban center in the red glow of the sinking sun.
Exclusive: Riding the Rhythms of Jamaica's High Country
Exclusive: Riding the Rhythms of Jamaica's High Country