Phew. What a great weekend.
Saturday: PMBA Take a Kid Mountain Biking Day. What was supposed to be a minor morning distraction turned into a 3 hour ton of fun. Even if you don't have kids, if you mountain bike you should consider supporting PMBA in this effort to expose kids to the trails. Hmmm...that sounds vaguely dirty, but you know what I mean.
Look who got big air. And he stuck the landing.
You mean people other than middle aged women mountain bike? The best part about the day (other than the BBQ) was giving kids like Jimmy Rock a chance to see that there are other kids who ride and that "bike ride" does not become synonymous with "hanging out with mom's friends."
Thanks to PMBA and all the folks who brought their kids to this event. I can't wait til the next one. And thanks to the table of people totally unrelated to PMBA who gave me the bottle of Diet Dr. Pepper. You rock. Saturday, the boy and I loaded up the Jetta and travelled to the Hillbilly. Hustle that is. S'mores. Campfires. Mt. Doom.
Breakaway Bikes / QCW put on a fabulous, fun, funky race. The Joe Reynolds Foundation crafted an exquisite course through all sorts of interesting single track and mud pits. For those intrepid few who camped the night before, a night time course preview was followed by campfire, s'mores, and some horrifying ghost stories. Beware of Hatchet Annie....
Jimmy and his buddy Wyatt raced like Euro-pros in their 10-14 junior race.
I've never seen such grit and determination. I've certainly never exhibited it. Jimmy confessed the previous night that he was "afraid" to race because of numerous reasons. You know racers out there--the things we all fear about racing. I told him if he wasn't afraid, he wasn't doing it right. Apparently, he figured it out:
Someone's watching you:
Camping kicked ass. First time I've camped where I slept the whole night. Until the 4:00am Rooster FAIL alarm, but I quickly went right back to sleep. Mt. Doom lurks in the background of this photo. The kids rode it during the night ride and the announcer heckled the C-Men who avoided it like wet chamois.
Front row seats for the spectacular. My pictures do not do this event justice. Trust me: it's a blast. While some Philly folks were off suffering in blustery New England, we enjoyed a harvest moon and beautiful fall day of sunshine and free beer.
Take your kid mountain biking. Or road biking. It will do your soul good.
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