Thanks to Matt and Mark T for getting my slovenly butt out on to a trail yesterday!
Zypher, known to the general public as "North Shore Trail," is the first real trail I have ridden this summer. Within 300 feet I was lying on my side contemplating how absurdly rough the trail had become and what on earth a 47 year old father of three was doing lying there in the woods.
We kept going, brushed through stuff that looked like poison oak, and were repeatedly attacked by an onslaught of sharp, scraping blackberry vines. Some parts of the trail were daunting but clearly doable; many of these were tackled with a courageous, "That looks doable," quickly followed by a dismount and walk. Other spots were clearly NOT doable at our collective skill level. These were handled the same way: "Doable," dismount and walk.
There are so many little chances for success on a ride. That root. The upcoming hill. The sudden rock cluster. A twisty-fast downhill section. Really fun. Sitting here this morning with blackberry scratches up my arms, a bruise on my back, and, thankfully, no nasty itchy blisters popping up, there is nowhere this 47-year old father of three would rather have been yesterday!
Zypher, known to the general public as "North Shore Trail," is the first real trail I have ridden this summer. Within 300 feet I was lying on my side contemplating how absurdly rough the trail had become and what on earth a 47 year old father of three was doing lying there in the woods.
We kept going, brushed through stuff that looked like poison oak, and were repeatedly attacked by an onslaught of sharp, scraping blackberry vines. Some parts of the trail were daunting but clearly doable; many of these were tackled with a courageous, "That looks doable," quickly followed by a dismount and walk. Other spots were clearly NOT doable at our collective skill level. These were handled the same way: "Doable," dismount and walk.
There are so many little chances for success on a ride. That root. The upcoming hill. The sudden rock cluster. A twisty-fast downhill section. Really fun. Sitting here this morning with blackberry scratches up my arms, a bruise on my back, and, thankfully, no nasty itchy blisters popping up, there is nowhere this 47-year old father of three would rather have been yesterday!
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