With that in mind, the trails turned out to be an extension of the vibe. Beautiful views... When it seemed like the heat was going to take us over, a monsoon would sweep through and chill everything out. Who or whomever created the trails we rode must have been smoking the same stuff as us because the flow was melting my brain. Riding blind and in the rain as thick as pool noodles, you would think that it would throw one off. But... Nope. Faster is all I wanted and, as much as I hated people wooing and hollering under the chair on a pow day, I found myself doing just that... - Ron Penney