Thoughts from behind the desk

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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.

As seen at Over The Edge bike shop in Sedona,AZ


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About dirty biker

I am a fan of singletrack, singlespeeds, single women and single malt. Currently in Carbondale, CO Follow on Instagram @dirty_biker

13 Replies to “Thoughts from behind the desk”

  1. Mr. Klein has it right. That’s the exact feeling I get sometimes on the Trophy Bike— the bike’s not even there, I’m just floating along… another five, ten, fifteen miles…

  2. I call it brown pow and I have that same poster (not in a frame) in my basement. I can’t say you made the right decision, but you still have a job.

  3. You can go just a little bit faster, lean it over in the corners just a little bit lower…

    …it feels like flying cause you are flying. The bike doesn’t simply disappear, it becomes a part of you, like it responds to your thoughts, except you don’t have to think anything.

    Mmm, Kudos, Dirty. I feel your longing.

  4. No disrespect to this Gary fellow, whoever he is, but sometimes riding is about getting from point A to point B, then back to point A to take care of your family. Again, the difference between a tool and a toy.