This afternoon Zach and I went for a bike ride. We drove over to the Washington side and attempted a trail near the sincline. I was riding Hata’s bike which is out of tune and way to small for me. Getting ready in the parking lot I felt very under geared. Zach and everyone else there had their cool fancy mountain bikes, helmets and crash gear. Then there I was with a beater bike with a duct tape seat and my beanie, I forgot my river helmet.

We proceeded down the road and past the first trail. I didn’t notice it but Zach said, “I think that’s the trail.” We turned around and started up. I got about 100ft in the lowest gear I could get the bike into, and that was slipping. I jumped off and started to push. I pushed that damn bike most of the time. I would get on for the flats or occasional down hoping I could control my speed with brakes that hardly worked. My front brake worked much better than my rear, which is “suck” for going downhill. After pushing for the better part of about forty-five minutes I let Zach continue without me. He asked one of the other riders we saw out there if there were other trails and found out that we were going up one of the steepest downhills. I love being the new guy in town. I made it back down at a conservative speed and felt like I got my butt kicked. I’m looking forward to trying this again on a different bike on one the easier trails.

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