I practically learned how to mountain bike on these trails. Sean, a pal from work, likes to torture co-ops by taking them riding here. We have all shed a little blood and went home with some bumps and bruises, but I'm the only one that has stuck with the life-threatening sport. At first I would bust on logs about six inches in diameter. Then it was on to harder things-literally. Once I was coming down this hill and caught a wet bridge at the wrong angle. My back tire slid out from under me, I slammed down on the bridge splitting a couple of planks and all that momentum knocked the wind out of me. There is a lot of fun single track on this trail, but you can also ride around the park on the paved roads. We usually start with a quick two to three miles of twisty and curvy single track and spit out onto the paved roads that circle the park. Then we ride more technical single track and exit the park to ride through a neighborhood towards Lake Brandt. That was the Wednesday ritual...and the Thursday ritual was always Sean exaggerating my near death experiences.