The first trail I ever rode on the Shore was Severed Dick. It was 1995 and raining. I had a borrowed Kona Kilauea hardtail with 1″ inch of front travel, cantilever brakes, and no helmet. I remember thinking, how was it humanly possible for anybody to ride this whole trail? Everything about negotiating my bike down and over those glistening roots, and jagged, steep boulders felt so unnatural and totally impossible.
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Shore – WTF – Part 2