The winter project for this large headed mountain biker was completed Saturday as my den became the shrine to the many, many mountain bike rides over the past 25 or so years. Shown is one wall with maps ranging from as far north as the top of the U.P., Pennsylvania to the east, Arizona to the west, Arkansas to the south is coming next month and a whole shi*load of Michigan in between. What a long, strange trip its been. Many beautiful forest rides, a few hospital visits, a few hundred falls and loved every minute of it. Each map conjures some memory, whether it be looking at the Pontiac Lake map and seeing Mark C. getting taken away in an ambulance with a broken ankle (walk it off Frenchie) or the Pinckney Rec Area map bringing about the time when a group of five or so of us rode 'the Poto' for the first time (mid-late 90's I want to say). We thought we were in shape; we were not. A lesson learned.
Trail Head
