I'm talking about me (surprise.)
I've been in North Carolina for a little over ten years. I love it here. I had a little trouble getting acclimated to the cold temps in the winter, but summer was always easy. I mean, Florida and all that.
So yeah, I'm back to riding (and talking about it) again. The funny thing is, I had to force myself to do both of them. I had some things to do over the weekend, but I promised myself I would get out for a ride. And just some roadie shit, either (I've done plenty of that.) I needed something...
I didn't have time (nor do I have the fitness right now) to head for the hills, so luckily there are lots of unexplored trails by me that I can hit from the house. I grabbed The Executor and headed down the street. It has become customary on all of my rides now to stop and talk with my friends, so I did.
My horse friends always love to shoot the shit with me.
Then I stopped to check out a little ass, but the little ass was checking me out...
After that, it was a little bit of pavement (~1 mile) until I hit the woods. It's not normally so bad except that it was getting close to one hundred degrees out there. Did I mention that I waited until almost high noon to depart for this ride?
Anyway, I found my super-secret trail (I'll tell you if you ask) and hit the fun shit. Words cannot express how good it felt to be out in the woods on an actual mountain bike.
Mostly because I sucks at words. So, here's a photo...
I've been through here before, but there are tons of unexplored (to me) trails that I'd been meaning to check out. It's mostly four-wheeler type stuff, but fun just the same. I took off in a different direction this time to see what I could get myself into.
Most of that was a vegetable tunnel, but still very much rideable. The fact that I wasn't riding on well-groomed cookie cutter singletrack made it worth the cuts and scrapes the bushes gave me.
Mucho exploration. I had nowhere to be for a while, and even though it was hotter than two rats fucking in a wool sock outside I felt pretty good. My goal was to ride stuff I hadn't been on before, so I did. I just rode.
In the past, I'd always popped out way over yonder.
Out in the sun now and it was getting hotter. I was digging it so I kept going.
It was a damn fine day. I took the road back home and noticed that my Garmin said it was 105 degrees outside.
That was perfect for an old Florida boy like me.
Plus, my friends out in the desert would probably be happy to have temps that low.
Where was I?
Oh yeah, done for today. That was rad.