[PI= size=l0 align=c][/PI]There are some places in the world where the word "Mountain Bike" is just beginning to be whispered. Where some hard tail mountain bikes can be found riding early in the morning up paved roads. Where people are still afraid to put their tires in the mud or point downhill. Where small back ally bicycle shops sell high end parts along side cheap knockoffs. Where the people have not discovered the joy of combining fat tires and dirt. One of these places is where I live. Da Nang Vietnam. This City sits between more then 40 km of beach and endless rut, rock and root covered, red dirt trails in the mountains. A mountain bikers paradise.
Those who crave to leave the crowds and bike parks, to carve a new trail, and explore a new culture, need to come here. I am advocating for this place because I know it has that "secret" formula to make it a successful mountain biking destination. I know that it needs people to come and build trail, people to send it down a sketchy descent, people to make it known and people to talk about it.
I can not count the endless hours I have spent on my bike with my friends on a totally new trail, only to have to turn back because of time. I can not count the times I wished I had a good camera along to photograph the incredible sights I see. I can not count the number of times I have been pushed to my limits on a technical climb or a sketchy descent. I can not count the times I have been totally exhausted, and totally convinced that I had pushed my limits as far as they could be pushed. I can not count the number of times I have been completely satisfied with riding.
I love this place. I really want the locals to fall in love with it the way I have. I really want the world to come play.