Graf: ‘This black ribbon of death you mountain people call a bike path’ (letter)
My partner and I took our adopted 14-month-old son Felix to Breckenridge over Labor Day weekend. Everything was pleasant and lovely except for this black ribbon of death you mountain people call a bike path. It seemed like every time we stopped to enjoy the scenery, we were at the mercy of careening lycra-clad cyclists who blazed by within inches of us.
At a particularly pretty spot near lake Dillon, we asked riders to take our photo, but to no avail — until finally a fellow who went by the name of “Highball” took some splendid shots, and we shared some snacks. Thank goodness someone saw us in need. I’ll come back, but not on any bicycle, thank you very much.
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