Sunday, December 11, 2016

Staying Low in Mill Creek




After another lull from bike rides it was time to get out. Now as I sit here drunk on donair poutine with my boys playing on the television, my dog on my side with my laptop on and Christmas lights twinkling in the room and the glowing essence of a post ride in the cold reverberating through my body I don't think life could be any better at this moment..

Wait a minute...

Touchdown Packers. Welp... Shit.

Now I'm in a shitty mood.

The ride took me from Mill Creek to Dawson Bridge and then back to Skyline where I dropped back into the frigid Mill Creek via Blue Man Group where I was going to ride home on the paved but my bike had singletrack lust so we dipped down close to the creek.

The lack of people in the valley today is nothing but win win. Thank the frigid cold temperatures for that early Christmas gift. Riding in the cold is something that seems to be getting more and more popular on social media but I was alone today making fresh tracks in the newfound light skiff of snow. Midway through the ride other bike tracks made their presence.

There was no chance of being a hero today. The winter bike rode slow and the steep hills were walked up after a failed attempt of riding it. There was zero chance of getting any praise from Strava via personal records and I could not give any less fucks. Riding bikes is awesome and it is slowly getting ruined through GPS tracking.

Whatever happened to just riding your bike and enjoying the moment?

Meh.. It's just the old man in me coming out. Have to admit. This technology is pretty cool.

The ride ended as the feet just started to freeze making me think I could have not planned this cold ride any better. Unlike my Seahawks. 21-3 now. I need a drink...

can't wait to have this area back
over 5 year old mec lobster gloves kept my hands beyond warm