Grandson Kory and I did 24 on the James River and South Creek trails on Tuesday. It does not get much better than that. He's 13 and can really eat. You should have seen him plow through the spaghetti and meatballs and breadsticks after we finished riding. That was nearly as sweet to watch as taking him to a local show with a ventriloquist and talking dogs and seeing the reactions there. He memorized most of the jokes on a single pass. Grandkids are good for you, I highly recommend them.