Didn’t I hear some one say that once? Maybe. I probably read it in a bike mag or something. Well some ride’s don’t really have a destination, you just ride around and around. Today was a ride within a ride. I was to meet Terry at his house in the morning to ride some of our favorite local trails.
Terry is my go to guy for XC, so when everyone is hitting the DH trails Terry will usually do a XC ride. He’s a really well rounded rider.) I figured I should ride the bike there and then catch a ride with him and then ride the trails. (Jeep Donaldson would not be pleased with us riding on the road, but he’s from Colotucky and things are different there) Marla was getting ready to ride her cool cruiser to the store so I got to ride along with her for a bit which was fun. When I got to Terry’s he said something like
“ Your crazy” I’m not sure if that was a general greeting, or because it was so cold and I rode to his house. Maybe just because I rode to his house. So we loaded up and drove to the trail head , which was close enough to ride to but it was kinda cold ya know. The trails we’re perfect. A few muddy spots but nothing to bad. This was the first time I had done a geared XC ride since Moab in April. I have a crap fork on this old bike so it was like riding a rigid. Maybe I should just put a rigid fork on it and be done with it. We rode some of the classic trails and a few new ones. No crashes, but Terry fell over trying to do…..something. We ended as usual on the Lollipop trail, which is a fun twisty, turny trail, then Terry showed me a newish log ride. Then it was back to the car and his house so could begin my ride home. About half way I started smelling all kinds of restaurants and it was getting to me. All of a sudden it turned out to be about the destination, or at least one with hot food. Which was waiting for me when I rolled up to the front door.