My confidence in the bike went down a lot and I didn’t feel safe anymore. As soon as I could, I changed the weight distribution by lowering the front suspension and hardening the rear mono-shock. It improved a lot, but I still felt like the handlebars were unstable. The bearings were fine, so I had run out of options and had no idea how to fix the problem. I decided to continue the journey by riding carefully. Under these conditions I arrived at the lighthouse of Finisterre, a place regarded by the Romans as the most western point, also known as the end of the world, or the door to hereafter. I didn’t want to cross into either one.