Sooner or later you figure out the line. On the trail, through crosstown traffic, and at various periods of life you have to know the line or you are likely to collide with heartbreak and pain.
I was on my line last night out throwing sticks for the Dogboy to fetch. I’m not certain where all we rode, but I think we went to Live Oak and back in about an hour and a half. We rode fast and hard (for the most part) and climbed an evil sequence of hills that began back off of Weems rd. and continued for 30 minutes out to Pedrick Rd. by way of goat trails, 4X4 paths, and some Viet Cong type tunnels through thick brush. The Dogboy kept pointing out that we were still climbing, waiting for the usual lip from me about all aspects of riding other than going fast in a relatively painless state.
I’m off that line now. I finally figured out what X equals, and it ain’t zero.