You smell that? Do you smell that?... Fresh trail, son. Nothing else in the world smells like that. I love the smell of trail in the morning. You know, one time we bombed down a hill, for twelve hours. When it was all over I could barely walk. We didn't find one unhappy face after, not one stinkin' frown. The smell, you know that pine needle smell, the whole hill. Smelled like... victory.
Someday this riding gonna end...
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