I went for a scoot yesterday on a pretty secluded trail about 50 some miles round trip. It was a cool 53 degrees but a decent day to try my new Yosh TRC Carbon pipe (quiet and more power, it rocks! ) I was cruising along thoroughly enjoying myself and the bike. This trail is a blast. I was about 3/4 way through the 23ish mile long trail coming to a good straight stretch. I gave her some gas and held on. All of the sudden out of the brush, three black furry butts are running down the trail ahead of me. It scared the sh!t out of me and the bear cubs. The bears even made the goofy nasally noise, as if to say in bear cub "Oh crap!" One cub shot up the closest tree, the other darted back into the brush, and the other dumb one decided to run almost right along side of me. I was startled at first. (Anything jumping out of the woods, whether it's a woodpecker or bigfoot get's the old ticker moving.) Then I realized it was just three cubs. I calmed briefly, avoided hitting them, then got a little nervous for Momma. I couldn't see her anywhere, so after I cleared the cubs I decided to see how the new exhaust handled some higher RPMs. I didn't want to meet Momma and see if she approved of me scaring the daylights out of her babies. It was kinda cool. It would've made some pretty funny helmet cam footage. I know I was nervous and jerking around trying to avoid the bears and I know I was swearing pretty good too. The cubs were probably taller than knee height. Anyone wilderness savy know if cubs that big are even with mom anymore?