Probably shouldn't even give it a mention, as it's not as spectacular as my other bruises I've gotten at Waterdog. But it's nice that I'm keeping in tradition of "Donate blood, ride Waterdog". I think maybe I'll get a tshirt made.
It was an okay day on the trails yesterday, the weather was perfect for a ride. Which I guess says something right there, when the first thing you can think to mention about a mountain bike ride is the weather. Waterdog is so tricky, and I was having "CLIPPED IN" issues, which means I couldn't ride for love or money because I was worried about being clipped in and crashing.
I'd like to try the trail again on my flat pedals. I think that would make me more relaxed on my bike and I'd actually be able to ride instead of tensing up, holding my breath and squeaking each time I rode over a root or around a rock. Or maybe not. I squeak a lot regardless of my pedals.
The highlights: I rode down a steep weird little paved hill to the lake. It was intimidating, but I finally did it, and it wasn't so bad. I also climbed the fireroad hill and wasn't tired which made me happy.
The not so highlights; kicking my bike. Yes, okay, I'll admit it. I got frustrated and pissed and threw my bike down on the ground and kicked my back tire. A pretty good kick too. I expect the bad bike karma to be swift and terrible. It's astonishing ( and embarrassing) how quickly I can go from 38 years old to 3 years old in a heartbeat. Sigh.
There was poison oak, lots of arguing, not so many trail kisses, and I fell over on my bike AFTER I stopped because I clipped out on the wrong side. D'oh.
Not one of the best rides I've been on. Such a shame too, it was a lovely day weatherwise.
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OMG! I know that descent to the lake. I can't ride it. You're a stud, E.
It was a funny little descent. I'm glad I tried it.
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