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On whim while I was out riding one of my 'neighborhood trails' (i.e. one that I can ride to without loading up the car and driving 20 minutes away, etc.), I decided to try a few of the narrow off-shoot (read: unmarked) trails that litter this deep-wooded park. These unmarked trails are narrow, not exactly well maintained, hard to follow 'cause they're usually overgrown. I had no idea where any of them would lead, but I was feeling bloody curious today.
First detour, the damn thing winds all over the place with thorn bushes to offer plenty of souveniers. Twigs and roots all over the place. After a few minutes, I come to dead end. The trail just ends. Goes nowhere. I look around and see a few fallen trees. And one opened wrapper of Trojans. Ahh, it's starting to dawn on me why this 'trail' was created in the first place.
I back out and get back on the main trail. About a mile and a half later, I see another off-the-map detour. And this one seemed to be headed in the direction of the hill I wanted to climb. So I went for it. Same conditions - twisty, unkempt, all together too slow going to be of any fun. Once again, the damn thing came to the dead end. There was a large boulder in front of me, this time. And right in front of the boulder was a beached Coney Island Whitefish. A used rubber.
Are you kidding me?! It looks like this park gets more action than the Playboy Mansion! What on earth is going on here? What ever happened to backseats of cars? Or doing it in your parents' bedroom when they were out? Or in the bathrooms stalls in noisy nightclubs? Who the heck's got time or the discipline to go on a hike for a shag? That's just too much work, if you ask me.
At that point, I gave up my expedition. I turned around, rejoined the main trail and made my way back home. Now I gotta worry about catching gonorrhea when I'm out riding.
First detour, the damn thing winds all over the place with thorn bushes to offer plenty of souveniers. Twigs and roots all over the place. After a few minutes, I come to dead end. The trail just ends. Goes nowhere. I look around and see a few fallen trees. And one opened wrapper of Trojans. Ahh, it's starting to dawn on me why this 'trail' was created in the first place.
I back out and get back on the main trail. About a mile and a half later, I see another off-the-map detour. And this one seemed to be headed in the direction of the hill I wanted to climb. So I went for it. Same conditions - twisty, unkempt, all together too slow going to be of any fun. Once again, the damn thing came to the dead end. There was a large boulder in front of me, this time. And right in front of the boulder was a beached Coney Island Whitefish. A used rubber.
Are you kidding me?! It looks like this park gets more action than the Playboy Mansion! What on earth is going on here? What ever happened to backseats of cars? Or doing it in your parents' bedroom when they were out? Or in the bathrooms stalls in noisy nightclubs? Who the heck's got time or the discipline to go on a hike for a shag? That's just too much work, if you ask me.
At that point, I gave up my expedition. I turned around, rejoined the main trail and made my way back home. Now I gotta worry about catching gonorrhea when I'm out riding.