Riding on the American River Trail today reminded me a little of when I first fell in love with mountain biking in western Pennsylvania: temperature in the mid forties, colorful leaves blanketing the slightly wet ground, and a rolling trail with wildlife constantly emerging from their camouflage. For those who have not visited the Pittsburgh area, you should put it on your list to visit someday. To date, I have not found another city with more beautiful rolling hills, massive amounts of trees and wildlife, and an incredible sense of community among the inhabitants.
Over the years, I have come to realize that people like to define various aspects of their life (probably out of a subconscious desire for control and longing to understand life). If I were to define who I am as a mountain biker, I would consider myself an explorer. I don't like racing. I almost abhor time constraints and I have no real "need for speed". I do, however, really enjoy the bicycle itself and how useful a really well-built one can be. My excitement to ride only grows year after year.
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