tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11129139.post-1137095931033044332006-01-12T11:58:00.000-08:002006-01-14T15:21:35.443-08:00

Don’t know about you, but I ride my mountain bike out of fear. Or, rather I ride to put fear behind me, to leave it lonely in the dust like a ledge drop that most dare not approach. When I first started riding, the fears that I gapped were the usual suspects. A really steep rooted single track climb; would I be able to clear it the whole way and who would see me as I teeter tottered from side

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