I was speaking with a neighbor at our Halloween party on our cul-de-sac about his new 29r and all the fun he has been having out on the trails. He knows I ride road and used to mountainbike back in my college days. We got to talking and I got to thinking about how much fun it used to be. He mentions that he and some friends are meeting at his house at 8:00 am on Sunday to ride. The alcholol I had been consuming said I too would be there.
So on Saturday between the kids soccer games and nursing a large hangover, I get out the old Miyata which has not seen actual off-road riding for probably at least 12 years. Off came the slicks used on the MUPs while pulling my kids and on went the knobbies.
Long story short, I had a blast. I was slow and timid at first but as I settled in, I became slow and aggressive. All the up and down was killing me, but I was grinning the whole time. Shoot once I settled in and got my breathing under control, I found a groove and was almost able to keep up. The guys I was riding with were fun and I actually was not the oldest at 39. I believe I will go out again. All the road miles seemed to help my endurance, and I hope the climbing out in the woods will help me with the hills on the road.