And the scene continued for the entire running length of the film or a little short at 90 minutes. oh yeah and you are on the old model landspeeder following two dudes with the 6″ suspension model and you have what I experienced this evening, and no EWoks or overwrought political drama passed off as SCi Fi.
LEDs & Batteries are good enough to allow riding trails at the same speed you can in daylight, except it seems like you are going ten times faster. Than this other thing happens going fast in the woods and reacting to situations the moment they come into the narrow beam of your light, everything but the synapses click off to deliver your full attention to the moment at hand and suddenly you are no longer a modern man with a job, rent, relationships, and worries. For those moments when things are coming at you too fast to think you are your distant ancestors, a predator and prey all at once and keeping your ass moving is the only thing that matters.
Tickets to this ride can’t be sold but are there for the taking if you want to. Or not, but I do know that I am yet to see anything on the celluloid or CG that compares. A lot of the evening was spent following an ex-pro downhill racer (named Jerry Garcia{how he didn’t have major sponsorship from a head shop while pro is lost on me}) that rides these trails frequently enough that I saw some things that were pretty unbelievable like airplane turns into an abyss with a pump move out of it that accelerated him from my limited line of sight for the remainder of the technical trail that challenges skilled riders in full day light.
There is no situation in any other form of riding that I have endeavored so far that compares for full on animal experience as riding rapidly in the woods at night. I’ll ride at my edge a bit to clip off another position in a race but then I hit the flats and think o all manner of shit while I just keep the cranks turning over as fast as possible. reacting to unseen surfasces that you rely on for traction that arre rapidly varying in pitch and consistency as you traverse grossly uneven terrain doesn’t allow for the luxury of wondering about how you can try to score yourself a set of wheels like that roadie that just passed you had.
