So, a simple case study there in the two pics on the left. A light MTB with minimal torsion, gliding through sensitive terrain. Next to it (class), we have the gobbed up, torque rich fucking lame ass moto douche bag digging up sensitive terrain. See the difference there kids? Oh, sorry, I forgot. You actually have to ride uphill to get to this trail. Eeeek. Ouch. Gross! It's damn near 1,800 feet of climbing to get into this thing. Why not just twist throttle, and then damage everything around you. I mean, really? No class. No soul. No nothing. BUTT - the excuse here is that there is no 'riding' as in the MTB type left here in BoCo/ Wow. I have heard 2 people make that statement. Both ignorant fools. One of them - lucky for us - is moving to California. Oh, thank the lord your stench(es) will no longer be in our hood, and I will no longer worry about running into either of you and vomiting just a little bit in my mouth. But, SS - you appear to remain - and now just Moto - as there is nothing left to ride. Apparently, you have no sense of adventure, or creativity or interest in the land or the history of our fabled hills and dales. All it takes is a sense of curiousity, and the willingness to carry your bike and hike and explore and get lost and HOLY CRAP - just get out there. But, some of us are destined to Moto into the sunset with our paunches hanging over our loud, obnoxious, destructive choice of transport in the woods. I say good riddance. Stay off the narrow stuff and the quiet stuff and the sacred places. And, ideally - move to Cali....for some solitude and quality trail.