A few years ago, I chronicled the secret dirt jumps of West Hartford. It was blog post that featured comments from Damian. Remember that guy? Where did he go? Was it something I said? We should have never taken him to New Haven, he probably moved there.
I was riding around yesterday on squishy ground, but trying to avoid it by riding on the secret town-sanctioned cut-throughs of West Hartford (the ones that El Presidente de Chine likes so much). I decided to stop in at the secret dirt jumps and see how they were doing. It appears that the double has been greatly improved since last time I stopped by.