You got your rock wall on my trail. You got your trail on my rock wall. |
Back when my idea of mountain biking was riding the fire road freeways at Blue Hills, I found a place that challenged my idea of where a mountain bike could go. Every Thursday my buddy Gered and I made runs down the spine jarring, bone bruising, glorified streambeds that Leominster calls trails.
Did I mention that we used to ride there at night?