A ride in Coe Park on a perfect Sunday.

[Bigger]	Ready to roll up Coit Road and points beyond. (L-R: Rich, Jimmy, Brad, Richard "Cooz")
[Bigger]	Cooz points up the trail we'll be turning off on, or flings a booger or does both.
[Bigger]	Jimmy takes a moment to expound on the virtues of Ohio.
[Bigger]	Jimmy leads Cooz and Brad up the trail.
[Bigger]	Brad, Cooz, and Jimmy seek the perfect granny gear.
[Bigger]	Born to be wiii-i-i-ild!
[Bigger]	A sharp rock dulls Brad's plans for a smooth ride, time to switch tubes.
[Bigger]	Jimmy takes a break to ponder the deeper mysteries of Clif Bars while Brad finishes his repair.
[Bigger]	Jimmy displays one of his war wounds, the result of a tangle with a vicious three-headed, seven-clawed trail snipe, which he heroically fended off with a mini-pump. (The intrepid photographer escaped with lesser, but no less heroic, injuries.)
[Bigger]	The many fanged, five-headed, twelve-clawed, razor-backed, trail snipe charges back into the brush.
[Bigger]	Post ride, with beer and memories of "Real Mountain Biking"