I went further on this trail then I ever have today and now I am back to the car just at dark. A satisfied grin spread across my face as I tucked my fat bike into the beetle’s rear compartment. About a month later this same trail has become illegal to ride. I can relate this experience to another that I have. Just like available trails for fat bikes have become inadequate in my life here so too has blood become ischemic to my brain. For me 12 concussions started to show it’s signs in my late 40’s and has prompted me to use things like thermogenesis and ketosis to stop the dying brain. In addition I have been using N-Back training and a Heart Math Institute’s EMWave to try and bring back the flow. The number of available places to ride my fat bike will change. It is a easier battle then brain perfusion.