This year hasn’t been a stellar year for mountain biking for me. I can count the number of times my tires have hit the trail on one hand. I’ve been broke and the weather has stunk, that’s my story and I’m sticking to it.
That’s not to say I haven’t been riding, I have, but riding a fixed gear back and forth to work just isn’t the same.
Yesterday, however, I made the pilgrimage up to one of my favorite riding spots, Annadel State Park in Santa Rosa. Over the years I’ve ridden there with a bunch of different people on a ton of different bikes and every time I’ve ridden there it’s been a challenge.
And therein lays the appeal… If it were easy it would become boring.
If I would have won every race I had entered, cleared every obstacle and never had a mechanical problem I’m sure at a certain point I would have found another hobby.
Maybe nighttime base-jumping…
Light aircraft demolition derbies…
Playing freeze tag on the freeway…
You know, something that had a built in level of failure.
But for the moment I think I’ll keep with something that has a relatively low mortality rate thank you very much.
I’m sure that I’m not alone in this but as the number of demands that have been placed on me, work, familial obligations, household maintenance, have gone up my ride time has gone down. I’m just glad the cat as somewhat self-sufficient.
I just need to learn how to manage my time more efficiently.
Will ride for cash