SHIT

Well I don't usually mix business with pleasure; for that matter girls with trails, or all of the emotional garbage I hear about from everyone with trails  but I may stray from that tonight.

The trails have become a type of sanctuary for many of us. A place where our problems disappear with each shovel full of clay, dirt, or leaves. I don't dig because I like the finished product and I like to ride what I have created, I dig because I don't know..... it's what I have done for a while now, and somehow it helps. We encounter girl problems because of the trails and our bikes, however, at the same time finding the only solution to life's journey in the trails. It's like a catch 22, or an alcoholic. ( I drink because i'm depressed and i'm depressed because I drink.)

My guess is if you are visiting a trail website it is because you want to see pictures of trails or videos, updates, something like that. Have you ever heard the old saying, "The church is not the building, but the people?" The trails are not the jumps but the people who labor constantly to craft a pile of dirt to perfection. We are the creators, We are the trails. So in a way maybe it is life's situations that make trail builders, maybe it is the problems we go through that create the need to throw dirt. Maybe the trails that you enjoy are somehow a product of our lives.

So I guess that's how this ties in with trails, because we are the builders, the life of the trails. 

In continuation, I thought I would get one more post off before my old girlfriend takes her computer back and I have nothing to post on here with anymore. Again, a perfect example of trails taking their tole. This relationship is probably down the drain because I refuse to "grow up" have "real goals" and "stability" in my life. I just can't change who I am! 

"I didn't mean to be mean. Like if you became a professional biker and were in the x-games and graduated college and lived outside of Lancaster County and called me and asked me out, Maybe i'd give you another shot."  That is word for word of the message I just got at 10:13 pm as I type this right now. Guess I'll never get another shot, but I'll probably be at the trails slaying dirt tomorrow, starting this whole process over again. Next time you hit the 6th lip in onlys, think about why it was created and why I helped pile a 7 foot dirt mound.

Best of luck to you all.