I woke up this morning to the sound of rain bouncing off of my roof. I got up and looked at the weather forecast. The rain was going to stop by late morning but still stay a little cloudy all day. I reached for my phone. It was an hour before my alarm was set to go off and I wanted to call in sick to work. I had recently dedicated a whole night to tuning up all of my bikes and I could grab any one of them right now and it is guaranteed to ride perfectly. Damn, I went home “sick” last Saturday to ride. Calling in today would definitely put me on the radar of The Man. I put my phone down and laid there for 45 minutes listening to the rain.
There are some trails just a few miles from my house and is like magic up there after a light rain. It is similar to a powder day or a morning of perfect waves. You can do no wrong and it feels like flying. Your tires stick to the trail like Velcro and you can go just a little bit faster. Lean it over in the corners just a little lower. There will always be another day like this, but not this day, not right now. I live for these days.
I call it hero dirt. Caveman hates when I call it that, he calls it brown pow. Call it whatever you want, I just want to ride it. I can see the mountain from my office window and it is torturing me. The clouds just lifted and I know some of my friends are up there cashing in some sick time. Good thing I put my lights on the charger before I left for work.
See ya out there.