Tough night
Last night was a tough one for this old dog. It was my second night ride in a row and it wasn't pretty, no matter how you look at it.
I was all over the trail, that is, when my bike was even on the trail. It was one of those nights when my wheels just would not follow the line my eyes picked out. The result - carnage. The trails, rocks and roots were just wet enough to require good skill to ride them respectably. With my skills I might have hoped for a passing grade had I been "on". Unfortunately I wasn't anywhere near "on" not last night.
Maybe I was distracted by the annoying noise coming from my chain. I was in a rush yesterday to get on the road and forgot to lube it after hosing the mud spatters from the night before. Or maybe I was just tired from riding the night before. I could blame my tires maybe, for their inability to hook up. The wet, the cold... my fear of falling into the lake. Who knows, maybe everything. Maybe none of the above.
I'll call it a tough night and move on. It was still a night out on the trails. That automatically puts it in the "good experiences" category.
And it's one I'll remember for a while. One in particular is a deep bruise in my right quad that's going to ache for days - a little reminder I'm alive and real and taking advantage of what life has to offer.
Good Call!!
How does that saying go? no reason to crawl to the grave and step in one foot at a time...better off skidding wildly and proclaiming, "that was one hell of a ride!"
Chalk up last night to training. How much have you practiced riding slick, dark, wet, technical and sometimes muddy conditions...for a second night in a row? The more you do it the better you will get...you are not dead, therefore you are stronger.
Good ride!