Friday, February 10, 2006
Yesterday’s mountain bike ride was a bust. Ever have one of those rides that nothing seems to go right? Well, yesterday was that day for me. To start it off, I hadn’t mounted the Titan on the bike before and that turned out to be more of a pain in the ass than I expected. From now on, it’ll go on my head (which is where I prefer to have my light anyway). Then I enter the trails and there are limbs and trees down all over the f-in place. It looked like a war zone. At first I thought somebody had put them there to keep people off of the trails because there were literally piles of branches in areas but after going about a half mile I realized the carnage was too great and it must have been last weeks windstorm that did the damage. I just sort of walked over most of it figuring I’d come back and clean it some other time. I continued on with the ride but started to get that bad feeling in my gut that something wasn’t right. To top it off, I was riding like crap. When I got to the first stream crossing and noticed that the ice wasn’t safe to cross I decided to throw in the towel. There is a little natural damn that I usually cross but with the way I was feeling, I figured that I would just end up falling in the water and freezing my ass. Better to be safe than sorry, especially when you’re riding alone. So I turned back and cleaned up the first part of the trail instead so the ride wasn’t a total loss. At least when I make it out next time the trail will be clear.