Best Ride Ever

Last night the skiing was crap, so Paul and I decided it was a good idea to ride our bikes instead. The rainy thaw on Monday combined with the freeze on Tuesday made for excellent riding conditions. It was my third snowy ride of the season and by far the best.


Introducing Crazy Paul

On an undisclosed trail in an undisclosed park, we climbed and climbed until we reached the top. That's when the fun began. The trail was hard packed from the many generous snowshoers who unknowingly created the ultimate singletrack. It was swoopy and fast just like Albion Hills. For the last downhilly section, I focused on hanging onto Paul's wheel going as fast as I could. Weeee!

However, the reward wasn't without risk. If you lost concentration for a second and veered off the trail even an inch, your tire would sink to the hub and you'd superman over the bars landing with a thud on the hard trail ahead. Between the two of us we must have endo'ed half a dozen times, many times at high speed. But that didn't dampen our spirits. We just picked ourselves up and happily jumped back on our bikes ready for more.


One happy Vagabond!

We finished the ride with big stupid grins, high on endorphins. When I went to bed last night, I replayed the ride helmet-cam style over and over. So much fun! Wish you Big Ringers could have been there too.