I’d write a long, clever post today, but in ten minutes I’m leaving to go Racer’s bike shop. There, I’ll gather with about ten of my best riding buddies, and we’ll head on out to Moab.
Yes, the annual “Fall Moab” trip — the group ride I look forward to above all other group rides — begins today.
What does that mean?
It means three days of mountain biking, watching the technical geniuses among us (everyone but me, pretty much) do crazy, foolhardy moves onÂ their bikes. I may even try a few myself.
It means two nights of boasting about what we did during the day, describing–down to the minutiae — what everyone already knows. What you were thinking at the approach. What the bike felt like as you committed. What the penalty was if you failed. How much it hurt when you whacked your noggin on sandstone.
I have been able to think about nothing else for about a week, and I know others in the group feel the same way.
I expect to have stories, pictures and video clips to share when I return.
Have a nice weekend. I know I will.