So my choice today was,
1. Drive 35+ miles to mountain bike in an area where I’m pretty sure hunting season is happening with either a bow, shotgun or muzzle loader (Morris, Sussex, Passaic, Hunterdon counties) -OR-
2. Mountain bike closer to me, but it’s illegal, because hippiecrites in towns like Maplewood, Montclair, Berkeley Heights, don’t know how to share their tens of thousands of acres of parks and many miles of trails with bicyclists, so they pay police to impound bikes. -OR-
3. Don’t ride at all
I chose 1. Because life is short. And I’d rather die doing with I love, than sit in my butt and be safe doing nothing. I stuck to the main trail, wore tie dye clothes, bright red helmet, clamped a rattling device to my handlebars to announce my presence with noise. And I was fine.
Now if we can only get those “tolerant” people in Essex and Union counties to learn to >>>
Coexist / ☪☮⚥✡☥☯