After yet another 9 to 5, Ronnie’s Specialized Crux swept the roads clean. Passing through the canals and finally reaching the dirt roads of Hazel, the Crux eased effortlessly. The pathways were firm yet technical and tested this beauty to its potential. Around nightfall, swarms of (Zika infested?) mosquitos painfully welcomed us by the river. It was then, we realized it was time to head out with the Crux leading ahead.