Man, I love riding bikes. Had a bunch of rides lately of the giggle variety. Grinning the whole time, even if only internally - as the external is grunting and wheezing for breath too damn much. Allergies I didn't know I had blossomed this spring. Atchoo. It's really amazing the amount of snot one can produce, when not even really "sick" at all!
There are a couple little local spots by me. Not overly big, not tons of trail, not even really great trail. Close proximity is a very redemptive quality sometimes. Fairly short road spins. And hell, it's just cool to be riding (okay, somtimes hiking) in a new area. These make for the best lunch rides, considering passing a locl packy and some sort of South American or Italian bakery to get to the trail is more or less mandated in my gastronomic world.
Then there are the new riding spots that do rock. And the folks kind enough to give me a tour. Some of you that may have ridden with me are quite aware of just how craptactualr my snese of direction is. With the maze-like trail systems sometimes found here, a guide can be a good thing.
That said, there is certainly nothing wrong with getting lost on your own. The downside is a few lines that may have to wait being back with a group if things are a bit sketchy, more exposed than one is willing to risk when riding solo. This area had some sweet rock spines and ledge stepped descendy bits with a lot of exposure; they'll have to wait a bit.
Pushing oneself is good. This is one that isn't that bad, but I've not been able to make myself pull the trigger. Tom here makes it look like buttah.
Lost parts #74623. What is with the bar end slugs???? If I had a nickel for every one I've found over the years, uh, well, I'd have a lot of money.
More riding pics. Sweet stuff around here, not far from some major traffic and towns. A little bit of pedaling, and there you are.