Years ago I had given up on the idea of mountain biking again...ever. Hell, I lived in Bend, Oregon and only hit a couple trails--instead opting for road rides and skiing. No way, I thought, I'm sticking to smooth as a babies bottom asphalt. Then came gravel. As I mentioned in previous posts, I got talked into the whole gravel scene. I swore up and down that I would just try it once and then move on. Um, yeah. Now, I'm staring down the barrel of a similar gun. Several friends have talked up mountain biking to me so much and have gently nudged me in it's direction. My only saving grace was that I didn't have a bike and I wasn't about to buy one. The trouble, oh, I'm sorry, Trouble with a capital "T" came when a loaner 29er Trek fell into my hands. No more excuses, thank you very much Steve!
So today, I felt it was as good as any other time to try my hand at this puzzle my friends had handed me. Revolution does weekly all level rides out to Quarry Ridge not far from my house. I'd meet the crew on the trail, ride out with them, bang out a couple laps, drink a beer or two and head back. My friend, Jon, agreed to be my guide or training wheels. Such a nice guy Jon is. I thought "no biggie" and really, it wasn't since I was moving at a snails pace around corners, though trees, down drops and on the banks. The only place I picked up my pace was on the double track heading off the loop. Did I mention I stuck to the wussy green loop? Yep, three times.
|Thank you Jon!|
I thought to myself, "I'm not sure if I'm really going to like this" as I stared down at my white knuckles. But here's the thing...as I rode home, I actually plotted going there alone to practice with no one around me--you know, to take the pressure off. Damn all of my friends for planting yet another bike seed, but thanks Rev for getting me out there and Steve for trusting me with your baby.
|Thanks Steve for the pretty loaner!|
|The only section I could "handle"|