So off I went.
I headed west, with my goal being to cross the Catawba River. I'm really close to it actually, so before I knew it I was there.
Wait, what does that little sign back there say?
Playful? Like how? That's sorta creepy.
Crossing the river has always been a funny thing to me. It's different over there. I may joke about it, but I really do like it out that way. It's quite country, and dare I say, a little backwards. Much like where I grew up. The pace seems slower over yonder, and it's not too city-fied. I'm actually more comfortable over there, sorta like it's where I belong.
Fun fact: When I first decided to move to North Carolina, I'd planned on going to Gaston County.
Anyway, this wasn't a training ride. Or was it?
Even though I got some decent mileage in, I was primarily interested in exploring. Sure, I can drive around those small towns to the west of me, but the best way to see anything is by bike.
Hell, I never would have found this neat little coffee shop if I had been driving by on the main road:
Oh, and did I mention that there was still snow on the ground?
Dirty snow. Meh.
After I explored over there for a while, I headed back across the river and towards the whitewater park. That's when I spotted the end of the Carolina Thread Trail (which branches off from the mountain bike trails out there.)
That trail flows along a creek, which just so happens to be the same one that's behind my house. I decided to try to follow the creek back towards my house (the best way I could without getting off the road) and I saw some promising signs that made me think that I could actually get to the trails at the whitewater park from my own backyard.
Eventually, it got pretty country, and by country I mean out there. A kind of place where even the signs aren't safe anymore.
Redneck target practice. We've all done it.
I got out of there, taking a couple of country roads back towards the house. I was inspired and excited about the possibility of my new trail. I couldn't wait to tell my neighbors all about it.
Their long faces would suggest that they weren't as excited as I was. Horse problems I guess.
More consistent blogging has returned, but more importantly, more consistent riding. Hell, I may even get out to the shop to put some new bike parts on for future rides.
It's like that. Like it was. Again.
Who gives a shit.