Okay, so I said I’d write a write-up about Smurfboy… I started to, and it turned into something else. Maybe I’ll manage the smurfboy write-up after my exam on Monday. Anyway, this bit me, and needed writing, so here it is.

The Day I Realized I DON’T Suck at Mountain Biking
I started mountain biking in June of 2006 when I started dating a guy who had been biking his entire life. His father led a beginner ride at Rowlette Creek Preserve every week, and was an active DORBA volunteer. Wanting to try the thing that had my then-boyfriend so excited, I borrowed a bike and hit the trail.