After a week of work feeling like the awkward new guy at a neW JOB, I WENT OUT ON A BIKE RIDE. oH WHO AM I KIDDING. I AM AWKWARD MOST OF THE TIME. tHE RIDE FROM oLD tIMERS TO A SUGGESTED DESTINATION WHERE I ASKED kENT WHERE TO GO.
Ugh... My caps lock was stuck on. See what I mean? Awkward... Even in writing things.
Thanks for telling me guys, could of tapped me on the shoulder and given me a whispered 'hey there bud, might want to check your caps lock.' But no... Oh wait.. I write this and then it's posted. See? Not only awkward but a bit slow.
The trails were quite incredible for mid March. A mix of paved and singletrack was the order of the day. Sore legs from working on a drag line in Genesee kept me away from the hills which pushed up the km's I guess.
Not a lot to report. An incredible ride today. Best of the young year? Perhaps. Every moment on the bike was like a dream state. Why do bike rides do that sometimes?
I rode the Wolf Willow singletrack after much contemplation in the ravine. It was a very smart choice as opposed to the latter which is the multi use. The bike was phenomenal today. I think at the end of the season you feel the nostalgia of the fat bike a bit stronger.
With warm weather coming, it's hard to say how many more rides will be on the wide tries and that saddens me in a way.
The ride ended on River Valley Road as the legs and body didn't want any part of the ice on the return via Emily Murphy.
|spring is here, a turn around on skyline as things got muddy, don't ride muddy trails kids.|