What What? Nobody has posted here in a while so here's a story about my day.

I'm not an off road rider; I'd love to be, but I am not yet. Off-road appeals to me in a sort of reckless aggressive alternative to the serenity of long distance travel riding I am used to. Of course I commute daily by bike but my real home space is those long drawn out all day/all weekend trips where efficiency is key. The space in between little towns turns into side quests for water and I start to recognize cars that have passed me when they stop for lunch.

Some folks at the office have started "mountain biking" together and I'm admittedly feeling left out. They aren't really folks I know too well so I like to think maybe they haven't invited me because they only know me as a hardcore rider; if I were I would spoil their dynamic as beginners. But, I'm not. I do have a bike and I like to think it's an intense downhill machine though I don't know enough about the discipline yet to consider how it compares. I built it myself over the winter by picking up pieces here and there as they went on sale. It's a touch too big for me but there are no mountains here to take it on anyway so it remains a project. In time I'll upgrade the shifters and levers and eventually the drive train. It's hauling Alivio right now which is the starting level from Shimano so it actually matches my ability.

Today I brought it outside.

Today I got my self hung from a tree in a dangerous way but it's ok.

Most of the frustrations came from the growth on the trail, along Speed River there are two trails, one gravel path for gentle exercise, and one blazed trail that cuts in and out of the woods, marsh, and grass of the area. The grassy parts are grown over so thick that you can't see the ground at all; I thought it might actually be a bunny trail but managed to get through the 6 foot tall plant life encasing it. The marshy parts were sloppy with mud and I was grateful to have good tires. The real trouble came in the woods where the shade keeps the plants from filling it in, the trail was rooty which offered some nice opportunities to make little practice jumps and get comfy with my suspension but unfortunately recent storms have dropped a few trees across the route. One was low enough I thought I could duck under but one limb grabbed a loop on my backpack and yanked me to a stop.

The last time I had an experience like that I was about 12 and fell down a ravine. IT was pretty much the last time I was on a trail. This time I laughed and made friends with another rider coming toward me. After that I thought I was riding back through the Arboretum but after going in loops for about a half hour I came to a sign that read "Bedrock Aquifer" or something to that affect. From there I creaked on home.

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