Oh Pastore. I remember two years back on our annual pilgrimage taking this young buck (18yr old, though I was 25 so) out there. He complained all hell about the roots. My buddy (his cousin) and I laughed at him. Mostly because we all love poking fun at each other (he is a phenomenal rider).
But, it seriously brought to light how my buddy and I are a dying breed in some respects, especially for kids our age. We love pedaling uphill, especially after a full night of drinking. The more root chatter and slow line picking rocks there are the better.
This kid would rather shuttle Kitchell all day long versus us who get some sick enjoyment out of riding up the mountain to tackle Moose Alley, on singlespeeds, while yelling at Canadians to get out of our way, while riding on our green mountain high.
Anyway that you pointed out Pastore made me chuckle and remember this. And also makes me believe they would happily go buff it out for those masses.