ready? break it down!
you know your ride is over when fatleg begins dancing.
this is a post about a simple afternoon jaunt around the mighty CJ that had no business being eventful, but managed to provide the posse with more little nuggets than my morning trip to the super bowl.
bleedy bit it while attempting to traverse a rock garden. yet, contrary to her namesake, did not bleed.
she also inspired us with her unique sense of fashion, pairing her riding attire with stylish leather boots.
fatty was sporting a new fork and was able to complete the entire ride without a mechanical failure.
and i actually received hugs from posse members without turning to stone. apparently, the curse has been lifted.
we explored a dog park, and pondered the possibility of a posse endorsed cycling event.
we made friends with no fewer than five puppies.
we crossed busy thoroughfares without being dispatched by negligent motorists. (some more carefully than others.)
we did impromptu trailwork.
i vote for more eventful non-eventful rides in the future.
Where You Be At? (Part II)
be advised: this will not end until i smell the armpits of every posse member.
We are on a comeback tour.
Yeah, thats right. We’z coming back!
my kung fu too strong for you
it was overcast and i was in the parking lot. alone.
the posse had decided to ditch me for various questionable reasons – work, video games, hemorrhoids – but that wasn’t going to stop me from riding. i calmly removed my gear from the trunk of my car, methodically reconstructing the wheeled beast that would guide me through the wilderness. the air was still. the birds had gone silent.
a young lady pedaled by on her way to the trail. i nodded in her direction. she pretended not to see me.
as i propelled my bike down the trail, i was a force of nature. an apex predator. a wolf of the sea, determined to capture my prey.
then i thought to myself, “i’m out here by myself. why am i trying to go so fast? this shit is making me tired.” so i slowed down. in a force of nature, apex predator kind of way.
as i rounded a corner, i saw a rider laying on the ground. my first instinct was to pretend not to see her. besides, some other biker dude had already come to her rescue.
“are you ok?”
“yeah, i think so. we called for help.”
“anyone i should be looking for on my way out?”
“just people looking for a down rider.”
i got back to the parking lot, and some guy was racking his bike on what i believed to be injured lady’s car.
“does this car belong to a female rider that’s out on the trail?”
“yeah, why?”
“she’s down. out near the berms.”
“good thing i brought my medic kit.”
there were now two biker dudes in rescue mode.
i disassembled my bike. who needs a posse anyway? an apex predator can survive alone. solo.