Imagine the most grueling and torturous experience of your life; now imagine that you’re on a bicycle and you almost know how I felt on the Virginia Creeper Bike trail. I should mention that I was only seven when I rode this trail, but it had a mentally scaring experience tied up in it. As a result I was essentially forced away from bicycling. It was also not a very difficult trail, just a serious of painful events not improved by my family. Honestly we started on a bad note. Immediately after getting out of the carat the trail my sister threw up into my helmet. The trail was not very long, only 27.3 miles as the crow flies, but within the first 200 feet I had been knocked over and scraped up both my knees and one elbow very badly. There