Happy Trails

I can't believe the weather the last few days. It's been absolutely beautiful, especially for this time of year. I was home earlier then normal the other day and trying to decide if I was going to go for a ride. It was awesome out, but my back had been paining me all morning (and I was whining). I went back and forth and resolved that I'd take a day of rest and just enjoy the day. Then Amy calls. She too was out of work early. After very little prodding, and the promise of a nice easy spin, I agree to meet up with her and go for a ride at White Clay as long as I could get my bike in the car; as I have not yet put the roof rack back on. After practically dismantling my bike to get it in the car, I manage to fit it in and the ride was a go.
We decide to meet at the bird sanctuary. Which I thought was odd since we were riding White Clay, but ok. I arrive first. I get out and try to get my bike back together before Amy gets there so we get rolling. As soon as I get out of the car a guy comes over and says, "I have a silly question, could you tell me how to get to Bike Line?" So I gave him directions. Afterwards I proceed to pull out my bike and I hear grumbling. Then one of them says, "I think it's called a cyclocross bike". I told him it was, and he in turn asks if I could ride it here. I said I don't know I hadn't before, but I'm about to find out. Mmmm, actually that is a good question. I've never really ridden my cross bike on single track.
Soon Amy arrives, we get ourselves together and head off. It's beautiful out. I'm in shorts and short sleeves and comfortable. The trails are in awesome condition. They're nice and dry, with just a little leaves on them to kinda make it more interesting. It's great. We head over to White Clay. We end up climbing a lot more than I had anticipated. But it was just nice to get out and have an enjoyable ride.
It did get a little interesting when we get to shock and awe. Normally it's called this because it's a fast twisty burmy piece of singletrack you can fly through. However, with cross brakes, that aren't really made for breaking but really slowing, it gave shock and awe a whole new meaning. We both were squeezing as hard as we could and just rolling along. There was no stopping. Eventually we did manage to stop and we had to rest are hands for a moment as they had seized up from white knuckling for so long.
Overall it was an awesome day, great riding, my back loosened up and felt good. We don't get too many more days like this anymore. So it's nice to be able to make the most of them.






FFA messing around on a make-shift teeter-totter. We passed up riding on the real teeter totter on the skills trail.











Look how pretty the view was. And I don't mean of Amy's ass.












We ran into Fitzi and rider heading out for a run on the way back to the car.