Time at the spot usually consists of cooking hotdogs, talking shit, shooting pellet guns and occasionally riding our bikes. Victoria has its handful of jump spots, but pretty much all of them are at someone’s house or in a blown up zone that gets bull dozed every few months. Jarrett and I got pretty over asking permission or waiting for people to be finished school or work just so we could go ride our bikes. So two years later and with the help of a carefully picked squad, we finished our own zone in the middle of the forest. Digging out there was a bit of a process to say the least. It’s a half hour drive just to get to where we park then a 15-20 minute hike into the forest to actually get to the spot. Then on top of that I work 40 hours a week and Jarrett is knee deep in the books studying for his MCAT so it was a lot of early, rainy, swearing filled mornings throwing dirt. With that being said, I wouldn’t have had it any other way. As cliché as this sounds, it’s so nice to get out of the city and not have any distractions. We can just ride our bikes and tell the rest of the world to get lost. I love it.
No more than 15 people have ridden the spot and half of them don’t even live in Victoria. Half the fun is bringing new people out there to come shred and seeing their reaction when we finally get there and they realize we're not just walking into the middle of nowhere to kill them. Riding out there is no joke. Every time we walk out I’m kind of relieved like, '‘I made it out.’' You go down hard out there, that 20-minute walk to the road suddenly becomes a marathon. You know? It’s a whole different mindset.
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