My whole being screamed in pain and sheer exhaustion - hands swollen, fingers bleeding and nails splitting away from my fingers. My feet throbbed, my limbs were covered in bruises, and my waist was raw from hauling. Three days on Freerider had left me entirely destroyed and broken, yet feeling more alive than ever before. On that first encounter with "The Capitan" I fell in love with its uncompromising brutality, and have not been able to ignore the attraction ever since.