We were sitting on the memorial bench in Albany Town Forest, enjoying the river view and quiet when out of nowhere, a mountain biker came barreling by. Fortunately, we weren’t in his way! He was going so fast and came upon us so quickly, I doubt we could have gotten out of his way if we were on the trail. More importantly, could he see us in time and stop before we collided?

My husband (Peter Minnich) wondered why bikers have to go so fast these days. He remembers a time when mountain biking wasn’t so much about speed as it was technical finesse, skill and tenacity. Could you climb that hill, pick the right line, hop over that log and get through that bog?

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