After taking the entire winter away from my mountan bike, I've been riding it every chance I get over the past two weeks. It's been great. Climbing every hill in the area on my road bike has really paid off in my MTB climbing and handling skills. MTB'ing is fun at last.
This morning I was riding a section of the trail that I don't like -- it's very tight and twisty, with poor visability. I usually ring my Mirabell to keep from being run over by an oncoming rider.
I didn't ring the bell today as it was early and I had seen no one on the trails. So as I go around a sharp turn, I look up and gaze into the limpid blue eyes of a beautiful lanky blonde.
My eyes scan down to take in her most important feature: her dog leash. It was not attached to anything.
If I were a beautiful lanky blonde, I would not be about a park on a trail by myself. I would have a big-ass dog close behind me, or so I reasoned.
Sure enough, instantly I'm confronted by a huge dog, easily the size of a small VW. It was friendly enough, but I came to a panic stop.
My M520s, reeling from rumors that they release inappropriately, clung to my Sidi's for dear life. The result: a full Tombay, flat on my keister.
Fortunately my keister is well padded, so there was no pain involved. The girl was appologetic. The scoring:
Tombay in front of a beautiful lanky blonde -- 8 points.
Being spooked by a big harmless mutt -- 4 points.
No other witnesses, and no laughter from the girl -- 0 points.
Not being silly enough to say "What a beautiful animal -- and I like your dog too" -- 1 point.
For the rest of the trail ride I tackled some stuff that I normally shy away from. I remembered one of the teaching points on MTBing: when in doubt, go faster. Momentum is your friend.
It worked until I left the trail head and wandered out into an intersection, only to be confronted by cars blocking my every route. Another panic stop.
This time my Sidi once again held fast to the M520, and I went down on the pavement, the bike flipping over me, and fruit punch Gatorade pouring out of one of my bottles right on my gut.
A terrifed woman leaped out of her minivan. "Are you OK? Can I do anything for you?"
"Yes. Pretend that you didn't just see that!".
She thought it was funny.
Tombay while you were congratulating yourself on what a good biker you'd become -- 8 points.
Falling in the middle of an intersection with bow-coo witnesses -- 6 points.
Scaring the crap out of some hapless minivan driver -- 6 points.
Having the presence of mind to have a minimally amusing rejoinder -- 2 points.
Dripping with fruit puch Gatorade after the ride -- 2 points.
I'm not very competitive but I challenge anyone to have had a higher point total in just an hour and a half of riding. And I wish I were embellishing this, but it's God's Own Truth.