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.
