This news is met with great relief, sadness, or utter disregard depending on where you stand.
The Razorback Mountain Bike Park in Reddick, Fl is done, no more. The lease will not be renewed on the land in favor of some mineral mining operation. Cat litter maybe.
All I can say is I got my licks in, this cyber-journal has it all on record. Razorback is a trail that sharply divided the mountain bikers from the people with mountain bikes. Aggressive and steep lines charge through a slag heap of semi-toxic mine tailings. Ribbons of tape directing you into flinching corners and over blind drops.
No more spine climb, hero hills, granny’s revenge or Kiko Point. No more late night runs from the pole barn. Pa Ingalls will have to travel more than 100 yards for a ride now. So many things will change.
Squatch will have successfully waited it out, never truly tackling a centerpiece of Florida riding. “Razor-what was it called?”, He will say in the months and years to come as he saddles up for another series of serene figure eights on the road bike.
I hear Dave and the goneriding crew are planning a last hoorah November 2nd weekend, so there is still a little time to say goodbye.