ahh yes the dreaded cow paths, reminds me of back when as a young lad riding in north west texas (a.k.a. the panhandle), there was an old lake and river bed to ride at and occasionally we would go up on the plato's and chase jack rabbits, 5 or 6 guys at very high speeds across the wide open, then all of a sudden at 60 mph you would cross a cow path, sunken about 8 inches, you always had a quick prayer as you tried to bring the front wheel up some
still good times and you know we never caught those jack rabbits, at 60 mph they could turn on a dime
