last night’s ride: by the numbers
Considering that I’m not up for shelling out 80 bones per wheel for studded mountain bike tires, last night’s ride might be my last for a few weeks. It’s been a while since I’ve done a “by the numbers” post, so this seemed as worthy a subject as any!
- Starting Temperature: 25°
- Riders: Lucky 13!
- Snow at Ride Start: None
- Snow at Ride End: Enough
- Trails Run: 9
- Headlamp battery failures: 2 (luckily not mine!)
- Cursing at my frozen feet: Um… a lot.
- Cursing as I fell over backwards: Um… a lot.
- Cursing as I fell over sideways:: Um… a lot
- Cursing as I fell over my handebars: Um… a lot.
Interestingly (or amusingly?) enough, with the ground frozen solid and thinly coated by dusty snow, I actually felt more secure on the bike than on my feet!
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Sir Michael Kane, to a seemingly defeated Chritian Bale:
“Why is it that we fall, sir”?
“…”
“So that we can learn to pick ourselves up”.
’nuff said.
“Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well-preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside, totally worn out and exclaiming, ‘WOW, WHAT A RIDE!!!’”
– Bill McKenna