Childhood.

This is why I ride. These rare childlike moments. To giggle uncontrollably as I rail a singletrack descent, hovering over perfectly spaced and placed diving-board rocks. To be released from all other cares in everyday life. To leave them forgotten somewhere on the climb. And for a little while to be a kid again, totally carefree pedalling my Huffy up the sidewalk toward a ramp made of plywood and firewood. I forget my bills and work and retirement planning and yardwork and laundry and oil changes and dinner menus and for a time I am that little kid spinning uneasy circles in my frontyard without training wheels for the first time.

Well... that, and the beers in the parking lot.

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