this is a post i made somewhere else, just thought i'd share it here too as i know some of you will appreciate it
The fall and October in particular has always been my favourite time of year to ride. The intermittent rain fall brings that sweet grip and tackiness back to the dirt, the roots get slippery again after a summer of drying out to make things a little more interesting, the temps are just perfect for a big climb so you don't overheat and that crisp morning air and slight chill seem to make you feel just a little bit more alive.
It's a been a while since I've been out on the bike, well one week to be exact, but before that my last ride was a simple SFU rip a week after the Nimby50 - back in May. Nearly four long months off the bike. The reasons don't matter, people crash and break things they shouldn't, life situations come up such as sick parents to deal with or work can seem to take over everything and as you keep telling yourself "I just need to get through this week" suddenly the whole summer blows by and you sit there wondering what the heck just happend.
It always seems to be a phone call or a text from a riding buddy that snaps you back to reality and you're planning a sweet ride that you need more than you realize at that moment. And it's not just the idea of the ride ahead that fills your head with anticipation, it's the whole experience. Getting
the bike ready the night before. Seeing friends you've been away from for too long. The thought of ripping down a favourite old but not forgotten trail. Sharing a bite to eat and recalling the adventure after. Even the pain of pondering the lack of bike fitness from far too long out of the saddle seems
to be somewhat of a good thing.
Hello old friend - one day I'll get that spoke fixed for you.
Sorry, but please remind me why we're doing this again?
Oh look, new bikes! I'm guessing there was a 2-for-1 sale somewhere.
That first little taste - this is the real gold.
Now I remember why we're doing this.
Foucs, focus, focus...
There is something about the whole experience, even the moment spent watching a slug forge it's way across a seemingly impossible task, that makes everything else with the world seem right for those few precious hours.