Subject: RE: A tale from the mounatin bike traillol... that reminds me of when I was a kid, and we were inspired by footage of some mountain bikers on MTV or something. We thought it would be a really cool idea to go take our bikes into the woods and ride around. Bear in mind, this was like 1993 in rural upstate NY. We were riding cheap-a$$ ten-speed bikes from K-Mart. So we went up into this part of the woods that had some dirt roads carved into it in preparation for a rich-people housing development -- like three 10-year-old kids and my 5-year-old little brother. My brother's bike, I swear to God, had training wheels on it. None of us had bothered to bring our bike helmets, of course  Fast-forward about 20 minutes, when we come to a ridiculously steep descent entirely covered about a foot deep in smooth, oval, baseball-sized rocks. We all just tore down that thing about as fast as we could. Our bikes, handling skills, and entire lives were no match for it. All of us miraculously made it down the hill on our bikes without crashing, except for my poor little brother who went down HARD. Fast-forward another 20 minutes. I, by myself, am wheeling my bike and carrying my brother home (no serious damage, he just had some scrapes and bruises ). His bike is pretty much totalled. I don't even want to describe the level of trouble I was in. |