Tales from the Trails
...building a turn. Suddenly the forest went quiet. The chirping and other general animal sounds one hears in the forest suddenly vanished...
...well, I know my priorities too! I jumped right into it, rolled into Legend and felt very good. Little breaking up front and thinking I’m on pace for another PR. Pride comes before the...
...after a somewhat muddy ride session, this guy in a floppy brim had and soaked convertible cargo pants walks up with a wild look in his eyes and says, “is this the High Point trailhead?” We said no, that we were on the...
...I was only half way down NOTG at Tiger. I yanked off my glove, and reduced the dislocation. I had the woods to myself and I said some loud words I won’t repeat. I couldn’t ride out, it was dusk, and I needed to do a self extraction alone and injured...
...to look for them *just in case*, I parked my Volvo wagon in the lower lot under one of the few street lamps out there, visible to traffic on Hwy 18. (Dirtbag security system.) There were a handful of...
A few months back, I set out for a rainy after-work lap of NOTG and Predator, fully intending to turn up my music and ride solo for the evening. Typically, I'd pack a beer in my fanny pack to drink...
Editor's note: Dan is owner of Dirtco, a contest sponsor, and contest judge. His story isn't eligible to win, but is here to help kick off the contest. Ready, set, write! Back in the early 90s when we were riding...
