“Porcupine!!” I screech, my legs burning as I stagger off my mountain bike, squinting through the pelting rain as I search the far end of the trail for my fiancé. We’ve been out for hours, it’s storming, and I can feel my excitement quickly fading into frustration with every climb on the technical singletrack, so far outside my skill level.
My lungs heave wildly under my mud-soaked T-shirt as he pummels down the soggy trail to where I’m standing. There’s a sheepish look on his face — a sure sign he knows … More