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My Honda All Ready To Roll Yesterday, a buddy and I headed up to the county park across the river that has mountain biking. The trails are from easy to quite hard and the name of the park contains more than a hint as to why: Rocky Ridge. The first time I have been out since late October, with my ribs still not fully healed then from a bike wipe-out at said park when an insect the size of a drone landed on my arm and in my attempt to shoo it, I lost control.     Pennsylvania is not exactly mountainous in any Alps-like manner. And while the elevations are low, the trails are hard. And stocked with stones and rocks. Which makes for interesting and dangerous mountain-biking. I prefer a fairly clear trail with elevation rises and drops, twists and turns, and not a ton of rocks. If you hike the Appalachian Trail north past Delaware Water Gap, boots go there to die. I have heard it said that it is the hardest part of the trail. I have done that part. It destroyed a pair of beloved He