This is a sweet collection of sneaky single-track, and it’s one I love. This is a good place to do laps for conditioning, both mental and physiological. It’s not so hard or so far that you can’t have fun for several hours, but never push yourself over the edge. It’s tight, and it’s tricky, and it was designed by evil people who want you to learn how to ride your bike. Imagine that. If you can master the stuff here then you can call yourself my brother. And you can ride any trail in this book. The trail here is something nearly anyone can find the legs for. A lot of it is out across the prairie, fairly flat and in the blistering sun during summer afternoons. Then you get the trees, and the skeeters.
The drops and climbs have quick steep approaches, and maybe an odd tree root or rock garden, but they’re short. If you have to walk a few, then hope maybe nobody’s looking, eh? I’ve been there, here. Many sections almost seem aimed at convincing foolish riders they have it going on; then “lagniappe” takes over. That little something extra that makes the whole experience a new and worthy one, rich in adrenaline. A tree root that’s polished like glass, a quick gear-and-weight shift that you have to know is there, and sometimes a blind drop into the unknown. Pretty darned cool, if I do say so myself.
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