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Not so much a car story.

But for those who ride bikes will know what I'm talking about.

It's called the all elusive spider dance.

As some of you may well know, far north queensland is home to some very interesting creepy crawly's and the likes.

So here I was, with a mate and we were hitting up a local rainforest downhill mountain bike track. My mate said, 'ok, you're the faster rider, go first'. Yep no worries.

So here we are bombing down this tight downhill single track, weaving in and out of trees, and then, on a quick section of the track, I see it up ahead, a huge spiders web across the track, one I could not duck under. My stomach dropped and I felt a sickening feeling, I hit the web at warp speed with my eyes closed, when I opened them all I could see was the hairy underside of what looked like a tarantula on my goggles! I grabbed at the brakes and then continued to crash, hard to say the least. Picture a bike travelling for 5 metres on it's front wheel, the rear stepping out in the air and hitting a tree, which spun the bike 180 with me on it, then continuing to roll down a bank. This didn't phase me, I quickly jumped up, took my gear, shirt, shorts off and jumped around in 180 leaps squeeling "GET IT OFF, WHERE IS IT, SHITE GET IT OFF." and wildly slapping at my body an face.

I never go first on tracks now.