The loudest thing in the forest was our tires rolling through the leaf piles and the occasional "brrrrraaaaapppp" of one stuck against the tire like a paper boy's bike laced with playing cards. Well, that and our SS induced wheezing and breathing and panting.
It ended up just being Navy Mike and I as all the others were unable to come out and play. It is great to ride with someone that is at the same level of ability and fitness as you and has nothing to prove. We rode-pushed-rode-pushed-rode until we were close enough to the top to call it good. And it was good. Out of the wind, under the oaks, in the sun, on the grass. We were unhurried on purpose.
|Not dead...just rusting. New steel and old steel.|
Singlespeed 29ers are just amazing beasts of conveyance. I never tire of the challenge and the rewards they offer. I never tire of the amazing creation I get to ride them on, this earth. Flawed as it is, it is a special place. Today was just a couple of old guys on simple bikes in a lovely place on a great trail, and we had the good sense to slow down and enjoy it.
Yeah, that could happen way more often than it does and it would be ok with me. Label me alive and grateful, not dead yet....just resting.