Over the weekend, I had two very different realities presented to me. The first was a story by a prominent motorcycling outlet that decried the death of motorcycle ridership in the youth. It's a story I've read and heard countless times before, as it's every generation's favorite thing to do in calling out how "the youths are killing XY and Z."
And after reading it, I sighed, closed the tab, and took my children to this nature and conservation area near Park City, Utah. Why spend more time concerning myself with folks' idiotic grudges against the younger generations when I can just hang out with my kids? But the funniest thing happened while we were leaving the place, and I had to share this experience with you, as well as with everyone else calling out "This worrying trend of declining motorcycle riders!"
There's a small courtyard just outside this place, and there's a bike ring-road that goes around the preserver's acreage. In total, there are a couple miles of paved and unpaved trails. And as my kids played on the rocks, jumping off and having a blast, four tweens and teens came hauling ass into the area on Sur-Rons or whatever make they were. All had dirt bike helmets, all left in near-silent wheelies.
