It starts with a few pedals. Around and around the wheels go and soon you’re off on your bicycle. Sound easy? Trekking across a suburban landscape and being chased by dogs a bit boring? Try mountain biking. I love it. I swear, Arizona should be called the Happy Trails State. Once you get out of the city there are a zillion places to run, walk, hike or bike. I go mountain biking with my dad every Sunday at the crack of dawn and get back in time for church. I’ve been called crazy, but the thrill and absolute terror that mountain biking has instilled in me is something I will never forget.