Tuesday has come and gone and I couldn’t think of a single thing to write. I’m pretty worked from my trip to Cave mountain and I have been spending the entire day just chillin’ and organizing my life before I check back in to reality tomorrow. I’m sure everybody can relate to that awful feeling of going back to work after spending so much fun time away. Tired of being cooped up in the house, I met up with the local Tuesday night race. I didn’t race, I just went for the beers. But it was great to see everybody in one place and high on bike stoke. Happy on tacos and beer, we parted ways. They all headed home and I went for a little ride around town on my touring bike. Life seems pretty good these days.
I got to thinking about how this is my 20th year of mountain biking. Two decades, 7,305 days, or just under 2/3 of my life. Either way you slice it, it’s the longest relationship I have ever been in. It has been a great ride so far. I pedaled a little more in the 95 degree night and got to wondering. Why do I still do this? I don’t really race, so it’s not a competitive thing. I don’t particularly care for riding in groups, so it’s not a social thing. Even though I love my commute, I’m not super militant against cars. It’s not a hippy environmental thing. So why, after all these years, do I still obsess over this same toy I have played with since I was a kid?
I was scrolling through some pictures tonight as I was waiting for sleep, and I think I got MY answer. It might not be yours, but I’m pretty sure it’s mine.
It takes me places.
Just two of the amazing places my bike has taken me this year. Where did yours take you? How about we use the comments section for something cool for a change? Post up a link or a story of a kick-ass place your bike has taken you lately. Brag a little, show us what ya got. (plus I need some ideas on new places to go)
Keep it dirty…