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Since I would have gotten lost without a tour guide, I had no choice but to follow. Of course i held them up occasionally...or all the time...but i got to experience some trail I hadn't ridden before. Some tight single track as well as moderatly technical stuff. The only thing I was worried about was pissing off spandex boy and his friend for being to slow, but Ashley assured me they didn't mind.
Alas- after roughly 3 hours had been well wasted on peddaling through dirt and mud, the trail head came into view. The four of us lined up on the side of the road, and i heard the one in the extremely tight outfit mumble a time to his friend who nodded in agreement. I believe it was around 1 hour and 30minutes...something like that. Ashley and I had been on the trail twice as long as they had. Hm...
The one in spandex asked us where were from. Ashley, speaking for both of us, answered "kitchener". He then asked us where our car was. Ashley and I gave each other puzzled looks and explained that we had biked here. (I guess I should explain a bit more. We are from kitchener, the trail is in guelph. By car, it would take around half an hour to get to the trail. Neither of us have a car, thus, we bike to the trail. This ride to the trail takes us about an hour, up and down some of the ugliest country road hills.)
A look of shock came across his face. Alright, now I understand when my friends or even my family says i'm crazy for biking that far, but for a hard-core XC boy to be shocked that we actually biked to the trail was baffeling. Not only did we bike there, we also had to bike home. So, not only were we tired by the time we arrived at the trail, we were vomit-inducing exhausted by the time we had finished riding the trail. And I was out of water. But, without hesitation or much complaining, we departed from our temorary riding buddies and kicked it into high gear to make it home before dark. At a time when the only effort we wanted to make was the energy it took to shove a bike in a car and drive, we had another hour of biking ahead of us.
So, I would like to pose this question: am I crazy? Was the finatic cross country rider who seemed all to comfortable in spandex right? Has biking to a trail become an unheard of practice? It never actually crossed my mind that it had. As i peddled up one of many hills, my chain fell of and a swear escaped my mouth. As I was trying to get it back on, I debated whether or not I was insane for biking to and from a trail. It never occured to me that fellow bikers (let alone one of the most serious looking XC riders I've seen outside of a race) would consider it idiotic to do.
I guess I just find it that much more satisfying to know that you used your bike from the moment you left your front door until you returned home. I mean, the pain and exhaustion fade away within half an hour of dismounting your 2-wheeled steed, and re-hydrating yourself. Also, the lack of a car, G2, or parents that answer to my every beck and call leave me with little choice. You either bike to the trail or you don't ride at all. Crazy or not, it's my only option. Simple as that.
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