About a week ago, I was on my computer looking at the map around my town creating a bike route. I usually just grab the bike and start pedaling until I get tired and then turn back but, this time I wanted to be away from the asphalt. Being born and raised in Dominican Republic and loving mountain bikes, I grew fond of wondering in the woods and exploring new places. I currently live in The Bronx and here, a mountain bike usually only dreams about its first name; So if i wanted to see the wild, I'd would have to pedal for about an hour in order for me to find a park big enough to get lost at. As I gazed my way out of town around my block, a noticed a street way greener than the others. It was about a mile and a half long, but I couldn't recall
