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Hmmm...It's hard to imagine that a year ago a college intern at work, William Floyd, invited me out to mountain bike on Beacon Hill. I reluctantly agreed.

I met up with him, his dad and his brother at Boulder Beach parking lot across the street from the base. It kinda freaked me out that they all started putting on knee/shin guards, body armor, neck brace and full faced helmets. I felt as though I was in for it. They were this super secret elite group of adventurers that was on a mission to kill me.

As we hiked-a-bike up to the top I had this sense of fear and excitement. It reminded me on the first time I ever dropped in on a half-pipe on my skateboard...but that was a long time ago. We did only two runs that day but I knew I wanted in. I wanted to be part of this group that hucked themselves off of man made and God created formations.

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Me
Beacon
Spokane, WA

Now I'm a freak on it. I'm still a novice. I still need to work on my body positioning, braking, cornering, dropping, jumping and how to take steep terrain. I don't even know how to speak the speak.

Does it matter? I don't think so. I love going out and riding. What's funny is that I don't care what I ride as long as I am having a good time. It's an even better experience enjoying it with family and friends. Don't get me wrong, I do want to learn and improve my riding. I want to hit jumps and do some big drops. What I'm saying is that because of the Floyd family, I am now experiencing something that I would have not even thought of doing. Everyone at whatever skill level should be open to helping a newbie out and move them forward.

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William Floyd
Beacon
Spokane, WA

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