As I limped my way back to the jeep today I began to think to myself why? Why do I put myself through this pain? Why do I keep riding after ending up on my head? How many trees must I hit to finally realize that I've had enough? What is this fasination that makes me come back every day?
My only answer, I love it.
Today started out at Dow Lake and a quick chat with a female professor who was getting ready to ride Thunder Bunny trail. I had decided it would be a good day to ride my usual Dow Lake ride in reverse. This gave me a quick 3 mile warmup to the dam and then right into the climbing. This is my first ride with the new springs in the Fox to give a stiffer platform to start with. I figured I would use it as a tuning ride to dial in the setting for rebound and compression. This ended up being a less than important task for today's ride, and a more important task of staying on the frickin bike took priority.
I knew something was up when I put a foot down the first time on the initial climb which really got me discouraged at first but after thinking how technical the trail is I was lucky that it was only a foot down and not a total off the bike climb. I trucked around the trail and had a few major incidents, first of which I can remember was at a dip where I slowed to a complete stop and had to bail out and luckily I ended up on my feet and the bike landed above me. The next wreck happened as I transisitioned off of the bike only trail and back onto the multiuse trail where I hit a leaf covered rock that threw me over the handle bars and again I was lucky to end up on my feet. Both of these had my head upsidedown and as I started the last section I was finally feeling like I had things together when I caught my seatpost on a tree (yes the seatpost), and flipped over the bars catching a few things on the way including my leg on the tree.
Nothing was broken, the bike was straight and working perfectly, it was just me. I reassured The Cove that it wasn't her fault it was all me today. I couldn't keep my head straight it was all mental the bike performed great all the mistakes were my own.
Like I said above though I love it. I loved the pain I loved the scars, I may have to walk slowly up the stairs tonight and I can't sit down too fast but I love it. Whether its the endorphins or the adreline I love it. I can't wait to go for another ride.
Willis out!

Easy there scooter. As Mthd says, "It's about the livin'." Love the blogs man.
KEEP IT UP BUT STAY SAFE!!
Egg