Sunday, April 27, 2008
As a theoretical enthusiast of the sport, I've always wanted to turn the perfect piece on mountain biking. This, ain't it. But it does provide a glimpse of the tight and twisty singletrack that scars the forest floor near my home. W-e-e-k-s ago, Chad Tucker and I caught up with some taut members of the Greensboro Fat Tire Society for a down and dirty look at Owl's Roost. Trouble was it was late in the day, and while the light was luxuriant, it didn't last long. We shot the interviews, stand-up and as much trail footage as legs and illumination would allow. I'd hoped to return with a buddy's helmet-cam, but staggered showers and a relentless SHED-yule did not allow. Thus, when I sat down to edit I came up short and eventually scoured El Ocho's local sports archive for suitable saddle-cam coverage. If that's too much information, please disregard. Just know that what little effort used on this disposable vignette was for the greater good, as it's puts me one step closer to my garage, where a long neglected Trek bicycle is dyin' to go for a ride.