Adventure Guy and I rode from the top of a mountain to the bottom. One way. It’s been my experience that the people who ride the other way don’t smile. I smile and wave as I’m going down and they’re trudging up. The best I get is a grimace.
The only prize is bragging rights, but Adventure Guy won the Fun in the Dirt Award yesterday.
Plus the Blood Award.
He didn’t seem too happy about being the recipient.
My sage advice, upon turning and seeing him sprawled across the deeply rutted dirt road: “Lay there a minute and think where all your parts are. Then move your legs out of the wheels” went unheeded. It might have been because at that moment we heard a large vehicle hauling up the road near the blind corner where they would not see Adventure Guy before making him a grease spot.
He kicked the bike away and scrambled to his feet just in time to look very calm and nonchalant and Adventure Guy-ish when the truck spurted past.
I can only claim tire kisses from my tires locking in an aggressive sand rut, and my leg going between the wheels. They tried to take me down but I was yelling, “I’m not goin’ down! I am NOT going down” and managed to hop, hop, hop until I got my balance.
Weather was overcast which meant it was cool. Yay. Saw scary large animal print in a mud rut. The claws were, well, let’s just say when I had to take a pit stop, it was a quick one. No need to make critters think “appetizer.”
It was beautiful. I’m glad we went even if it rained on us.
tell adventure guy that I am proud of him. and for him. the fear of falling is a real threat to me and getting back on a bike. We shall see how the balance thing progresses.
happy biking.
L