Two Wheel Blogs

I met up with a huge group for the local Tuesday Night MTB thrash fest and was not let down. Apparently a bunch of the local riders have changed their focus to include some serious training.

The guys were riding fast, and not stopping except to make sure no one was left behind/hurt at each trail head. Once the last rider emerged, the chase was on again.

For once, I was feeling very good last night. I was really enjoying riding hard like this. I started pushing myself well into the red and ended up paying for it.

I was bouncing off of trees like a ping pong ball (it seems that the rain has brought the trees closer to the riders). At one point I was hopping some logs and things got away from me fast. I can not tell you what really happened other than a funny noise came from me (think little girl screaming) as I went OTB.

Damage report: Bike was unscathed, but I met the stem hard with my junk, and my thighs scraped against something else (I have no idea what). I have bruises on my junk and abrasions on my thighs. It hurts, but it hurts like achievement.

I must have learned something, and I officially caught the MTB bug back...I can not wait to ride again!