After dinner tonight I went out for an hour long ride on my single speed cross bike. The bars are high, the seat is comfortable. It felt pretty good. The air was good, cool and crisp. The ground begs for rain; it is dusty as all hell out there. I saw three elk, first two bucks, and then one female by herself. They all looked at me and ran for the hills.
I guess I’m filling out nicely. I’m shaped like a pear. And to elk, pears are fucking terrifying.
The moon was rising as darkness fell. I thought about nothing save turning over the pedals, a welcome change. Once thing I’m learning, when you’re in recovery mode, only having one gear is pretty cool. None of this “should I shift” nonsense. Just pedal the gear you’re in. Because that’s all there is.
It’s to the point I’m not sure I’d know what to do with twenty odd gears. Probably sit at the edge of the trail and just cry to myself softly. Not like I’m above it.