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Perfect rain singletrack
Hummerbirds sing
Tires roll on descent

Write a song about your passion.
Where does it begin?
On a road, on a trail,
On a bike, with a spin.

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I was reading a thread in the Passion forum a few weeks back, about how life changes and few things remain consistent. I am paraphrasing, but I was intrigued with the author’s view of friendship and how it had changed over the years he was riding. Relocating to various parts of the country, meeting new people, losing touch with other people, growing older, developing differences among those you knew. I couldn’t help but realize how true this all was and that the one consistency that existed, was going on a ride. Faces and names had changed, but the passion for putting a wheel on the dirt was still there.

I think back on my years of mountain biking, from it’s humble beginnings on the flat trails of Southern New Jersey, to riding a singlespeed in the mountains of Colorado. Dirt. Plain and simple. The one thing that brings the locations together.

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Another fine evening of Rocky Mountain riding provided for by a hot sunny afternoon. It was almost balmy out there tonight, even with the lack of moisture. I was driven.  Ok, I was determined to put in some patrol hours and mingle with the outdoor folk.  Most mountain bikers would consider a hiker filled open space park as torture.  I consider it an opportunity.  An opportunity to share my love of the outdoors and the trails.  A successful night like this goes a long way.

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un·pre·dict·a·ble [uhn-pri-dik-tuh-buhl]
adjective
1. not predictable; not to be foreseen or foretold

A trip is planned and so it goes.  What could possibly go wrong?  It’s the desert, right?  Well, of course it is.  However, you would think that with all the weather Websites and every news broadcast predicting untold deluges and high winds, riding would be pretty much kaput.

I did experience both of the above on the drive over.  Nasty and gray until I reached Moab.  So, I picked up my NJ friend Jeff at the hotel.  No sooner does he get in the truck, it starts raining.

Bikes on the rack, we were determined to make something of the day and so I took him on a tour of Arches National Park.

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