Mountain biking on swervy-curvy technical trails named for various intestinal ills is tough enough when the sun is out. So why do it at night when it's cold and dark, and you have to rely on artificial lights that cast shards of kooky, imagination-fueling shadows?
By Mike McQuaide | December 8, 2005
As I stand in the soft gray light of a late-summer day, I'm munching nervously on an energy bar and listening to the clicking of chains as my companions ready their bikes for the trail ahead. We're in the parking lot of Philip Arnold Park in Renton, about to attempt the daunting Tapeworm.
It is a difficult trail, known for battering mountain bikers, and I'm not getting any reassurances that I'm going to come out unscathed.
"I did my first endo on this trail," I hear one woman say, using the biker term for a buns-over-handlebars pileup.
By Ericka Chickowski | September 23, 2004
