MoBA......whaterver that stands for!

After a day of scrubbing my grandfather's Hydra Sport fishing boat with soft scrub I had full intentions of riding the the dirt cycle, that has been sitting in the the "bike room" for at least a year without seeing one bit of dust.  At three o'clock I climb out of the boat and bolted to the shower.  Willis was waiting for me before I had finished with the shower. At least Timaire and her mother were there, so he had someone to talk while I scurried around the house getting things ready for the mountain bike adventure.

I told Willis that I would drive if he was going to be the navigator, so off we went.  When we arrived there were a few cars in the parking lot. So, we did just like any other ride put our gear on and the way we went down the trail.  We starting on Creek Side at a pretty good clip with the terrain rolling and and easy to ascend with all the momentum we need for the down hill.  After creek side we went onto the blue section of the park and I don't think that it was any different except they forgot to cut some trees down.  Willis had mention, "how else are you going to make a mountain park in Dayton, Ohio technical unless you keep the trees to turn around."

The legs were feeling like a million dollars, but I had forgotten how intense every turn in the woods is.  It felt like my eyes were going to pop out of my head.  After riding the "upper" and "lower"  I thought that we were just doing cricles. I would find myself thinking.... I swear that I have seen that sign before.  

We stop at a navigational becan and decided to attack the black diamond of this mountain.  Willis and I were a little cocky about this black diamond.  Come to find out, we had to ride it a few times to figure out how to ride it without putting a foot down or walking.  The name of the trail was called Hawk's Lair.  Although it wasn't steep the rock field was fairly tough the first time.  I have to say that I was feeling a little scared about falling on one of the sharp rocks sticking out of the ground.  The second time through Willis asked me if I wanted to ride the beast.  So I threw my leg over the bike and off I went. I had clipless shoes on platform pedals.  Only a few seconds on this lovely machine and I was in love.  I rode through three quarters of the rock field and stop to trade a few words.  WOW this bike really can corner!  By this time I believe Willis and I were burnout for the day and we headed back through the bolder field for the car. I would go back to ride this little tresuse of Dayton anyday.  What a great ride Willis.