I begin this post with props of the Mt Rushmore scale to our man Perry, (what up Spearfish can I get a whuh!) who built about a jillion miles of singletrack in the Black Hills and then towed us around for four days riding them. This may have been the most killa dirt ribbon my tires have shredded.
With a pontoon boat’s worth of beers and high grade tequila still gurgling through my liver, it was with a tear that I departed Rapid City, even though I was headed back to another bad ass mtb town, home.
All I can say is that I am headed back to SD for the Dakota 50 to ride those trails again and bro down with Perry for another session.
Thanks to Simon, Megan, and Mark (as long as he doesn’t think I mean it) for another fuckin all time adventure.
Even though our prowess around the horseshoe pits left something to be desired (mine in particular), I would like to inform all of you that I have installed a UHPA United Horseshoe Pitchers Association certified training center in my backyard. So all of you who come through town can come and get your game polished up, because you are going to need it next year!
Perry kept telling me to tell everyone about the Black Hills mountain biking because he is lonely and no one rides there, so I don’t feel like I am selling him out to say, “You have to ride the Black Hills.” I mean it. Everyday is a powder day down there and the Dakota 5o would be the perfect time to sample the goods.
To all of the mucks I got to hang with out in SD, it was the best trip ever. Thanks for making it so.by