October 11, 2007
I live in Lincoln -- no man's land for bike trails -- so every ride represents a drive. I'll think twice about going back to Comlara. Why? Everything seems to represent a "taste" rather than a "full experience." The legs are just too darned short. I am a senior (ahem, 65) rider and rode sections 2,3,4,5 and 6 in just over an hour with only a few portions described as memorable. The most technical was No. 6 and the trickiest part there was an 18-foot 2x6 nailed to a log. (Give me the log instead.) The log piles were permanently strapped together, so there's consistency, no rattles and no surprises. I did like the smattering of very tight sections.
That said, there's a lot of plusses for the trail. The trail is excellently maintained; this is a hard-working club. It's very safe: No low limbs to duck; no broken limbs to spear you and wide areas have been cleared around the log piles and the rail. Even the bridges at the bottom of a ravine are wide and sturdy. All of which makes this a great course for the novice rider. And here's a real plus: Maps are available in a mail box at the trail head and the trails are well marked. While I checked my map a few times to orient myself and see where I wanted to go next, I never felt lost.
I can hit a more challenging trail closer to home at Lake Springfield, where the primary feature is exposed roots on sharp climbs, with freestyle log piles a couple tough climbs and a handful of jumps. (From Ill. 4, go east on Woodside Road, take the firs