When you move house and city, your ride garden somehow disappears. You need to start from scratch, in the hunt for good trails.
The routine could quickly take you, and you might just end up riding where you can or where you know good times are granted. Sometimes a new place could be disappointing, as you won’t find the same thrills that exist on your all-time favorite trail.
But if you really take time, you will surely discover some little unexpected gem.
I moved house last year, 50km away from my previous flat and my office. While I was still able to enjoy the awesome trails there, for lunch or afterwork rides, they were not my home trails anymore.
The hunt has to begin again.
As you can see, I can’t really complain. The Italian Alps deliver stunning landscapes full of ride opportunities!
Problem is, the uphills are so steep you don’t want to go back home totally empty.
What makes a good trail you ask? I guess it’s really personal. It’s a blend of what the trail gives you, where you are and how it makes you feel.
It’s sometimes hard to escape the mountain trails full of rocks here (the Italians seem to have loved paving all the mountain trails they found!) But this one was pure dirt, steep enough and fast enough to play.
Of course, the quest for good home trails is a never-ending one. But when I went back home that day, I was strangely relieved.
I knew I could call my place home now. I found peace in my home loamy single-track.