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As a kid I always enjoyed watching the winter Olympics more than the summer, mostly because of the bobsledding. It seemed incredibly cool and (in my mind) required no athletic skill other than being able to hold on, which was the only athletic skill I had. So when Sophie stumbled on a listing in our guidebook for a bobsled rides in Sigulda, Latvia, my younger self immediately spoke up and insisted that we go.

Two days later we climbed out of the local mini-bus service in the hills an hour outside of Riga where, for no apparent reason, someone built a bobsled track.

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