Watch out for turkey necks

They'll grab you when you least suspect it

Yesterday was a day of turkey necks.

The first was only obvious to me. The second I shared with Brent.

The first didn’t hurt. The second was totally painful, the kind of pain that requires an osteopath or chiropractor.

Let’s begin with the second shall we?

In keeping with my recent Sunday tradition of going mountain biking somewhere, we loaded up and drove to Kepoch mountain. There they have a trail network with well over 40k of maintained trails. It’s delightful.

The weekends are best. That’s when the shuttle runs. The shuttle is a flatbed pick-up that tows a trailer. The bikes go in the trailer. The people sit in the back of the truck. The truck drives to the top of the mountain. Biking becomes a gravity sport.

Typically I need to earn my downs by pedaling up hills. With the shuttle, it was a day filled with downhills. It was a day spent shooting down steep, technical trails filled with jumps, drops, roots and rocks. It was a day where the grin never left my face.

Well. Mostly. Until I e…