Sunday, a friend got me to get on this strange flatbar contraption. It resembled my trusty road bike, but the geometry was different. Everything was beefier, and the front had some sort of suspension. Well, he convinced me to ride this strange thing down a mountain. Crash course. No newbie trail, just straight to me holding on for dear life as I fly over rocks.
Strangely... I found this to be fun, so I went again and again today. I traded him a pair of expensive tabla for one of these contraptions made by Trek, and I found myself switching out the crappier parts for the ones I have laying around. Now, I'm surfing ebay and looking at the hawley catalog at the price of a Reba Race.
I don't think this is supposed to be happening.