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This grateful part of me was overruled, however, by the part of me that noticed that the trail was now littered with blackberry branches, which are thick and thorny. In hindsight, Bob art and I should have got off our bikes and portaged. But we didn’t. Within a couple hundred yards, Bob got a flat. Within another ten yards, he got another. At about that time, I had a flat, art too. Within a couple minutes, my front tire joined the club. We were done. I Accept Fate Philosophically We didn’t have stuff to repair art four flats — not on a ride like this. We started walking our bikes back, tempted to call the ride a dud. After all, we had only been riding for half an hour or so. We were just getting started. Sometimes, though, you take what you can get. This time of year, any mountain biking at all seems like feels like a windfall. And now, at least, we know that the trail’s in good shape, even this time of year.
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