Like robbing a bank, we left town in a bang, heading south for Raccoon Mountain. Hot as hell, and sweltering in the woods, we burned it up.
The trails were impressive and an absolute blast to ride. Stunning views delivered with a punch while hard-hitting and ripping trails unfolded around every bend. Exposed bluff lines and spine-like rock gardens kept you honest while fast banked turns made you feel like a rock-star. But of course the keg we brought along helped with that too.
I may be going to hell in a bucket; but at least I am harvesting the ride.
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