The Monkey Run is pretty stupid. It’s like a mountain and deserty velvet glove of adventuring joy. 

There’s nothing quite like the sensation of a monkey bike between your thighs as you thunder, slowly, along dirt roads with absolutely no idea where you are. As you glance up, there, staring down at you like a baby ant in a tinyness competition might be some of the highest mountains on Earth. 
Imagine deserts that stretch far beyond the horizon chuckling at your woefully underpowered 2 wheel children’s toy.

Behold people the mighty Monkey Run.