In March 2011, I was itching real bad to get out for some warm weather and back country mountain biking. I scratched the itch by flying out to Phoenix, renting a 29er (a 29 inch mountain bike) and headed out for a few days of solo riding. Some of the places I rode were remote and I didn’t see other riders. I let a local buddy know where I would be each day in the event a tragedy befell me. Still, the Arizona backcountry can be unforgiving so I’m not sure he would have been able to find me if I failed to check in post ride. Reckless? Maybe. Still, you only live once.