The text read something like, ‘You just skied the Middle so I’m not too worried about pushing your limits (on the Parallel Trail).’ Despite the prior day’s skiing, I was a bit apprehensive about taking up Michelle Good’s offer to join in on getting my blazing downhill on. I barely rode a mountain bike last ‘season,’ partly because I was skiing into August, partly for other reasons.
Still, a Spring visit to Jackson offers outdoor opportunity aplenty in every mountain discipline, so who am I to turn down a downhilling invite? As we’d discussed the wee possibility that I might possibly maybe consider almost thinking about joining in before I left SLC, I’d packed a box full of beetle style armor.
What could I be thinking? There’s snow in the mountains. Right there. At this point, I was probably thinking about the incredible mix of bikes on the truck. It’s not often that one sees a freestyle bike, a hard tail 29′er, and a full-on DH bike on the same rack.
As we nailed down the final plans, I looked at the diminutive Continue reading ‘The Parallel Trail’
