That was then........

It was 1993.  I was 18 and Jay and I had been dating for a short time.  We took up this sport called ‘mountain biking’ after Jay’s brother had bought a lime green Rocky Mountain Equipe a few years before.  In the back of the truck is Jay’s Lab.  She was only a year old at the time and a few years later became our family dog.  She would run with us for hours on end and seemed to instinctively know the trail etiquette of mtb’ing.  The two bikes were Kona’s.  Mine was a Kilauea which we still have up in the attic.  Jay’s was a Kona Hot which has been lent out/parted out a number of times.  The frame is around here somewhere.  This was my second bike and clipless pedals/front suspension was a welcoming upgrade.  It was only a few years later that the bikes were used for pulling heavy bike trailers occupied by snoozing kids instead of laps at Poto.

Here is an old picture of me at the local hill. It was an old landfill that had been abandoned about 20 years before.  The Windsor Police used a section of it as an outdoor firing range and the faint odor of methane gas reminded you were riding on tons of garbage.   There were a number of runs on the top of the hill that had a slight grade from one end to the other.  Jay and I would spend hours doing loops around the top hitting different ‘downhill’ lines.

There are a lot of things wrong with this picture.  I wasn’t wearing a helmet; my hand was broke and in a cast and check out that riding position.  Stupid kids!

Here is a picture of Jay doing the same jump.  I think we were using a disposable camera.  Note the helmet, bar ends and the fanny pack.  Wasn't he cool?

Now it's 2010.  Wishing everyone a safe and happy New Year.

Cheers,

Sue