A funny thing happenedÂ last Friday night as I was taking my mountain bike, just back from the shop, out of theÂ SUV to put into the house…I just kept on going…like for an hour.
We had just gotten back from dinner, I had dropped off my phone inÂ my office when I remembered that I still had to take my bike out of truck…back in the living room myÂ wife had quickly settled in,Â already laughing along with Two and a Half Men.
It was a muggy night, so I had worn a t-shirt and shorts to the local bar…not quite dark yet, I pulled out the bike and it struck me just how cool it looked,Â _really_ clean for the first time in months, with its new MaxxisÂ Ignitor tires…the helmet was hanging on the handlebars, so I put it on without strapping itÂ up for the 50 yard ride around the back to put it in the house…and kept on goingÂ 🙂
I rode over to the local college cross countryÂ trail, for aÂ quick runÂ throughÂ the forest, on my shiny mountain bike, with it’s newÂ spiky tires, spinning though tight turns with a new found confidence and laughing out loud 🙂
While spinning through the forest,Â I remembered my days as a kid, when I rode my redÂ Eaton’s Road King bikeÂ everywhere…I loved that bike…it had no gearing…just a single front and rear spocket…so I’d push hard up the hills, and pedaled furiously going down, and _loved_ to go fast…and would look for places to go, just so that I could ride.
…that was me again pushing along the trail as fast as I could on that Friday night…a 56 year old kid
MostÂ of my bike riding these days is ‘training’…head down, aero position, pushing power, maintaining cadence, pressing through the hours of rolling pavement.
…I need to just get out and ‘ride’ more often…it’s sooo much funÂ 🙂
When I got back, my wife was just finishing up an episode ofÂ The Walton’s…figuring that I had been squirreled away in my man-cave…until she saw my sweaty t-shirt and grimy legs…
where’d you go?
a little spin on my mountain bike
isn’t it dark out?
how was it?
Â sooo cool…I was pulling out the bike from the truck and just kept on going
I guess when you’re married to one of those IronmanÂ crazy, nothing fazes you anymore 🙂