There seems to be a theme around here lately of getting back on the bike after some time off. It happens to the best of us. Life or injuries sometimes have a way of holding you back from doing the only thing you really want to do. This weekend was my turn. I have been off the bike for about 3 weeks now, sidelined with some sore knees, and Friday night started my come back. A little BMX street session, some cross country singletrack riding, and I even had a chance to open up the old full suspension rig on one of my favorite sections of trail. I have been bonking in the heat, getting sore legs, crashing and getting scraped up, drinking beers at trail heads… It has been nothing short of awsome.
Yesterday was by far the coolest day of them all. Some friends of mine had been out kayaking a river for the past 4 days and needed to be picked up out in the middle of nowhere. I have been extracted countless times by my awesome network of friends and never had the opportunity to return the favor. Now was my chance, and I was more than happy to be of service.
I loaded up the truck with the fatbike, a 30 rack of Tecate, and 2 large pizzas and set out into the desert to find my friends. Two hours and a couple dozen dirt road miles later I found them. The looks on their faces when they saw the cooler of beer and pizza were priceless. That made the drive worth it right there. Since they were ahead of schedule, I didn’t have much time to ride. But I did pedal around a bit and it looked like this:
Somehow we managed to load all the boats plus my bike in the back of one truck and we made sure to empty the cooler a bit. You know, to help out the gas mileage.
It has been a fun filled past couple of days and there hasn’t been any travel required. I am happy to be back on the bike and riding at full gas again. You really don’t know how much you miss it until you can’t do it. And on that note, I think I’m going for a ride right now. Keep it dirty…by