Well I do anyway.
Went riding this lunchtime with a cow-orker. Did our usual lunchtime route except half of the first descent into North Stoke now had 6ft high thistles one side, and 6ft high nettles and thistles the other. My arms and legs are now ripped and stung to shreads and streaked with blood. They hurt, a lot.
Comedy crash of the ride was when we swung of the cycle track on the way back. I shouted “right” and swung across to the right, to find that the other rider was a lot lot closer to me than I realised. After he picked himself up from his unexpected rider-ground interaction, he luckily wasn’t too badly hurt.
A damn good ride, but far too painful.