Whilst riding recently in a fairly well used area, complete with a network of man made trails, I happened upon a dark, loamy sliver of a trail. I followed it through a tree break for a few yards. This led me to a junction with another trail. Clearly for bikes. Steep, slick as snot, roots, rocks, planks with chicken wire and precious little trail-sanitation. So of course I followed it to the top and rode down. Sort of. I slipped, scraped banged balanced, clenched and careered down. I landed on my head and may have broken my helmet. I slammed into the back of the saddle. I twisted and wrestled the bars relentlessly.
And, I got to the bottom.
Wow. Its been a while since I have ridden a trail like that. No prisoners taken. Sometimes you need trails like that. The sort that takes commitment to commence and if you can make them every time there is a major problem with your terrain.
I'll sleep easy tonight.