Sundance has more than the famous annual Film Festival. It's also a year-round recreational and educational center founded in 1968 by Robert Redford, who wanted a name with a local Indian connotation. From the ski lift you can see his ranch on the other side of the valley.
Heather rode a borrowed bike (thanks, Brenda!) and Mark rode Scott's old bike. Yesterday, as we were sitting in Scott/Melissa's front yard, Scott showed Mark his new mountain bike. He said you can actually hit a curb perpendicularly without slowing down and you won't go over the front of the handlebars because of the new technologically advanced shocks. Mark should've known better than to trust Scott, especially after that suppository incident, but since he's not very smart he tried it... and guess what?
It worked! When Mark hit the curb it felt like he had pedaled over a pencil. The shocks were so good it felt like you were riding a rocking horse.
At the resort, we took the easy way up... the ski lift. The bikes were attached, one at a time, to the seats following ours. An employee at the top removed them for us. After that, easy street! Just grip the handlebars hard enough to crush rocks with your bare hands while, at the same time, try to keep the saddle from inserting itself into places it shouldn't go as you bump over rocks, roots, and other, less fortunate bikers from previous years. You should probably brake for part of the way down (I did, but ONLY for the downhill part), but, under NO circumstances should you blink during the sixty minutes you bolt down the mountainside.
Overall it was really enjoyable, though I feel like I'm cheating if I go down without first pedaling up.
I'm sure I'll get over it.
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