The forests between the Divide and coast produce motorcycle champions. That’s because there are a lot of young guys and a lot of trails like this one, where I often walk to and from town:
Just today near this spot I encountered a neighbour with his two young sons on motor-bikes, teaching them the skills and safety. Lately, a junior aboriginal trail-bike group has formed – and when a Dhungutti acquires sporting skills you can expect the freakish. Endless forest trails, lots more champs on the way, people.
But check out another kind of track:
That’s our local singletrack for mountain-bikes. It began a decade ago as an informal affair, and is now a venue for the odd serious competition. (Wish my camera could pick up the millions of tiny egg-and-bacon flowers that give that shot its gold tinge.)
Those who’ve watched mountain-biking on TV during the Olympics know that it’s not the greatest spectator sport. Yet it is hard to think of a skill that a good MTB rider can afford to lack. He or she needs endurance, speed, balance, thrusting strength, tactical smarts and a brain for reading every inch of track. And quickly. I doubt there are any meatheads at the top of this game.
It may seem odd, but I’ve long thought that moso has potential as a venue for sports like running and MTB. It doesn’t need grooming like the singletrack above, the track could be altered easily, the surface is like a pine-forest’s mat underfoot…and it’s all in shade. I don’t have a forest yet, just a grove, but do you get my point?