I went mountain biking for the first time with some friends in Chattanooga in January, which was amazing. I was sure I was going to fall on my face and brake an arm on the way down, most likely three miles from the trailhead. It was a lot of fun chasing our friend around a race course the next day. Although, I managed to plant myself at the bottom of a gravel pit and nearly got run over the first time someone veered through it coming down the hill.
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