Tuesday, May 31, 2016
This weekend I was on my fat bike and ran into another rider that I know. Inevitably they always say something like "so...you're on that bike…" Or they ask "how do you like your fat bike?" Well, duh, it's like explaining cold beer on a hot day. It just is.
Perhaps they are jealous....
Posted by Kathy Browning at 8:57 PM
Tuesday, May 24, 2016
When I was out riding on Sunday I came barreling down a steep hill where I could see a mud puddle at the bottom. I didn’t want to slow down so I took my chances with the mud, thinking that just maybe the muddy ravine had a hard bottom. I skirted the edge, but naturally it was a full-on bog. As soon as my front tire hit I was sucked down, hard. Then my left foot went in deep.
Yes, I can read dirt and mud and I knew better -- but I did it anyway. I guess in the back of my mind, against reason, I thought if I could just ride fast enough I would sail through. My own fault. So I paused, said a few cuss words and then pulled and pulled on the damn wheel till it broke free.
There’s a moment when you break free that puts you off balance. But if you wait too long to pull yourself out you just get sucked down deeper.
Posted by Kathy Browning at 6:40 AM