tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13762558.post6696701853974983114..comments2023-06-17T00:43:15.118-07:00Comments on Urban Adventure League: Backlot Adventuring: The mysterious pathadventure!http://www.blogger.com/profile/11840448827760637569noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13762558.post-5059625812445457982013-01-18T00:49:05.588-08:002013-01-18T00:49:05.588-08:00yeah, I know this trail. So. Tabor is my hood too,...yeah, I know this trail. So. Tabor is my hood too, when I'm stateside. I have ridden past this a few times, but never ventured down there. I'm glad to hear you say So. Tabor is "off-the-grid" That's precisely why we bought a house there. Close in, but not (yet) overrun. Enjoy! :)tylerhttp://twowheeltravelblog.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13762558.post-84303682508722791242013-01-17T22:35:26.943-08:002013-01-17T22:35:26.943-08:00It would be nice to have more routes around Tabor,...It <i>would</i> be nice to have more routes around Tabor, but not having the options made me ride <i>over</i> Tabor instead. (And yes, on a Three Speed.) It made me a much stronger rider, and more fit. Now I'm soft and out of shape.adventure!https://www.blogger.com/profile/11840448827760637569noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13762558.post-40845106018664978082013-01-17T22:04:49.631-08:002013-01-17T22:04:49.631-08:00Hey, it's never to late to go back to BMX (I w...Hey, it's never to late to go back to BMX (I write this despite having never been on a BMX bike). You could get a vintage Kuwahara and still retain some sort of retro-gouch cred.<br /><br />I grew up in a pretty rural area, so there were lots of wooded locations to hang out in. Due to the economically depressed nature of the place it is actually MORE grown over now than when I was a kid.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13762558.post-76868847073263621502013-01-17T20:41:42.739-08:002013-01-17T20:41:42.739-08:00Ahhh welcome to my hood. I too have fallen for th...Ahhh welcome to my hood. I too have fallen for the false trail there, but since I live in S. Tabor and the sharrows out here are kind of a joke, I've passed that one a few times. And even have fallen for that same path in hopes that it could be a short cut.<br /><br />Just wish we had better East/West routes around the volcano. But hopefully they'll be here soon with the 52nd bike "highway", and talks of redoing Division and Foster make me hopeful. But it's hard not to feel like the Eastsides red headed step child with how much better the bicycle infrastucture is for most the rest of the city.<br /><br />Sorry I'll get off my soapbox now.....<br /><br />I had access to woods to "hang" in when I was younger in the Detroit Burbs. Including one woods/trail affectionatley called the "Humpies" named for both the off road trail that ran through it, and the fact it was a local spot for parking. And another woods that actually had a really old abandonded commercial truck trailer in the middle of it that of course was the center of all sorts of miscieff. <br />Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12164667491664485403noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13762558.post-57599512966663079312013-01-17T06:59:19.356-08:002013-01-17T06:59:19.356-08:00We had a few hundred acres of woods behind our tra...We had a few hundred acres of woods behind our tract house community where all manner of things went on with us kids. Camping, tree houses, bike trails, a little grade school romance...I have not been to my home town in over 25 years but Google Earth reveals that now, alas, those woods are mostly gone and in their place are a lot of those mini-mansions...sometimes I still have dreams that take place in our old magical forest...<br /><br />tjTim Joe Comstockhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05351911607475089105noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13762558.post-59264181852175581172013-01-17T01:09:24.095-08:002013-01-17T01:09:24.095-08:00Nice post, reminds me of my childhood adventures g...Nice post, reminds me of my childhood adventures growing up in the village. All those seemingly unused spaces seemed to hold such promise at that age. I remember finding a bag of hundreds of self-adhesive plastic hooks on the edge of some farm land with some friends and it seeming like an amazing find to us at the time.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com