dirty thoughts

It's been said, that on average, men think about sex every seven seconds. I have the same problem with mountain biking. If I'm not thinking about my bike, I'm thinking about the trails that I've ridden, or I'm going to ride. Or I'm thinking about the stuff on the trails that I've done, or that I can do better. I lost twenty minutes driving into work the other day thinking about a hill on a trail that I rode and want to go back and try again.

I find myself checking out obstacles like I used to check out cute guys. Stairs; doable or not doable? Curbs; can I ride it, jump it, or go over it? The tables in the childrens room would be the perfect height to ride off of. It doesn't help that I can see the hills when I look out the windows at work. I'll be looking up the latest Magic Tree House book, and find mysef mentally rehashing the last ride up at Fremont Older.

Of course when I'm on the trails, it's an entirely different story. Biker boys. Sigh. They are soo distracting.