I’m building a habitat for mountain bikes. Nothing but sweet singletrack, interspaced with fast fireroads, wild flowers to escort my climb to the heavens and a set of whoop-de-doos to launch me on my descents. the sweet scent of redwoods fill the air, a babbling brooke to rest nearby and have lunch with my riding buddies. the temperatures in the upper 60′s to 70′s, just enough to work up a sweat (goes with the wildflowers you know) and evaporate in thin air or the poor guy who happened to follow me too close; in which case it would evaporate into his nostrils. The sun peeking through the trees and lighting my way.
Man, this is mountain bike heaven. And guess what? NO MIKEY!!!! Yep, you’re off limits Mikey-boy. My Habitat would be enjoyed by all mountain bikers of all races and religions, small ones, big ones, short ones, tall ones, female, male, old ones, young ones, those that race and those that ride, up hill, downhill, flat ones, round ones. Gee, I sound like Dr Seuss. We have heaven here right on this earth and guess what Mikey, you ain’t part of it. Mikey.
I’d say you build yourself your habitat. Lock yourself in it and throw away the key. You’ll be happy in your little kingdom until your little friends decide that you are a tempting meal. A little sore tasting, but a meal none the less. A fitting end for an unfit person. Ride a bike Mikey, it may prevent you from an early demise. Yes, no doubt! I DO build my own habitat every single time I hop on my mountainbike. That’s what’s so great about mountainbiking, and that’s what Mike will never understand. We humans need our space to run wild, too, and without that what’s the point? I’m sorry animals have such a bad seal, but as far as I’m concerned, so do we humans. 2 hour drive just to get somewhere worth riding? I want sweet single track right out my door! More mountainbike habitat, more mountainbike habitat…