I come home on Tuesday and my younger daughter offers to show me her favorite off-road trail, about 3/4 mile from the house. I've been trying to convince her to wear a helmet, but she's too cool (17 years old - helmets are gay).
Leaving my house there is a steep down-hill to a T in the road. She is in front of me and goes into the opposite lane to make the left turn, I see a truck coming @ 40mph from the left, she hits the breaks, skids on some gravel, but fortunately her tires catch and she doesn't get totally creamed. I see her life flash before my eyes. Scary.
Anyway, we get to the bottom of the hill, then she pedals up a huge hill. I actually didn't think she was that strong on the bike because she maintained a good pace all the way up and she doesn't have cleated pedals or anything.
At the top of the hill, we get to this hidden single track and she tells me to go first because I'll probably be faster. It is a really nice run and it makes me happy that she asked me to go. I fly through pretty quick, ducking the branches and making some tight gravelly turns.
We go home and we are proudly splattered with mud. Overall a good time. Gotta get her to wear a helmet.
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Sounds like a scary adventure!
Rachel, wear your helmet. Better to crack your helmet than to crack your skull!
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