It’s a Thursday evening and one of those nights that takes a good amount of (mental) effort to get your lard ass to the trailhead, but you know once the wheels start turning, a jolt of energy will hit you like a drug, with it turning frowns into smirks. Every mile turned is like the peeling of an onion, getting better with each layer.
A few miles in, pull to the side and take a break to watch the moon rise over a struggling city, wondering why the fuck you are the only one out of a million people using the trail that night. Crack a beer, take some deep breaths, instant ease. No more worries at that particular moment. It’s a good life getting out for a Thursday Evening Pedal.
About 30 minutes later, I approached some bright lights in the desert, mountain bikers…awesome. Getting closer it became apparent they were females, awesomer. She asks, “Have you been out here for a while, or did you just come?”