Oh man, the Blue Mountain Moto Parking Lot. I knew it was going to be rough, but somehow, driving my trusty Honda Element up there made it feel like I was putting a golf cart in a monster truck rally. Those washboards had my suspension begging for mercy, and the climb just kept going. Lesson learned: that parking lot is a one-time experience.
And yeah, what’s the deal with not being able to start from the main Blue Mountain trailhead? It’s like a rule designed specifically to add a little extra grit to the day. But I was committed to hitting all the moto downhills on that side of the coulee, so there I was, rattled but ready.
Once I finally got rolling, though? Worth it. Each descent was a wild ride, full of rocks, drops, and enough twists to keep you wide awake.
Boneshakerbike 
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