Mountain bikers love singletrack. Sometimes it seems as though narrow, twisty trails are all we ever talk or think about… that and bikes.

I love the stuff myself, but a little extra width won’t put me off a nice piece of trail. I first got into mountain biking by riding along the power lines and associated trails out in the Milford and Wilton area, and yesterday I revisited some similar trails out in Hudson for the first time in a few years.

What a blast!

There were ledges to hop down, baby heads to roll, hills to bomb down and battle up, and all of it at higher speeds than I can sustain on the tight and twisties. There were a few mud puddles, thanks to the recent rains, but most could be easily avoided; the rest I rode gently through.

I got another pinch flat at one point, while taking a corner – my new bike seems to want more air pressure than I’m used to running – and set up to patch it under the high voltage power lines, which hummed and crackled overhead, as if I needed more incentive to be quick about it.