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I believe in earning the downhill. But if, you know, totally out of my control, life forces me to shuttle, well... who am I to complain?
I took a couple of friends out on a ride today, including my girlfriend. Because none of the other three ride regularly, and don't have the legs to do a 2000' ft climb, we took two cars and shuttled to the top. Rode the last 500 feet of climbing to the summit to keep them honest. We were most of the way to the top when I thought I'd see if Jess (my girlfriend) would fit on my bike – which she did. So now she's on my Moment and I'm on her 13 year old Trek hardtail with a SID upfront that's waaaaayyy overdue for an overhaul. And what's this? Her headset's almost frozen! The bike won't self correct! It's almost impossible to steer. No wonder riding isn't her favorite pasttime. And what a bad boyfriend am I, letting my girl ride this piece of ****. I say to her, "This thing is downright dangerous, baby. No way I'm letting you ride this down the hill." So I gave her my bike to take all the way back down to the car (after loosening her headset to the point of free spin and freer knockaround).
Aaaannnyway...
Forty five mintues, an hour later, we're at the bottom. She's totally charged up on how much fun she's had on my bike, which, admittedly, is a pretty nice bike. I actually had some fun, too, remembering "hardtail values" of clean, skilled lines. We shuttle back to the car we've parked at the top, say goodbye to our other friends. I say, "You mind if I ride back down?" She says, "No problem, I've got my book, have fun."
So I get a second lap down the hill. On my own bike this time. It's beautiful, starts gently snowing, first time I've ever caught snowflakes on my tongue on a ride. This is a sweet, sweet buffed singletrack, whose toughest obstacles are puddles that may or may not be frozen. A bunch of jumps, sweet bermed turns, pine trees, cold air.... awesome!
I get to the bottom. Jess is amazed. "Twenty-eight minutes," she says. "I just finished my sandwich." And then she says – seriously, she rules – "you want to go do it again?"
Hell yeah, I do! Awesome!
So, while I firmly believe in earning one's downhill, it's pretty hard to complain about getting three laps down the hill. Thank you baby!
I took a couple of friends out on a ride today, including my girlfriend. Because none of the other three ride regularly, and don't have the legs to do a 2000' ft climb, we took two cars and shuttled to the top. Rode the last 500 feet of climbing to the summit to keep them honest. We were most of the way to the top when I thought I'd see if Jess (my girlfriend) would fit on my bike – which she did. So now she's on my Moment and I'm on her 13 year old Trek hardtail with a SID upfront that's waaaaayyy overdue for an overhaul. And what's this? Her headset's almost frozen! The bike won't self correct! It's almost impossible to steer. No wonder riding isn't her favorite pasttime. And what a bad boyfriend am I, letting my girl ride this piece of ****. I say to her, "This thing is downright dangerous, baby. No way I'm letting you ride this down the hill." So I gave her my bike to take all the way back down to the car (after loosening her headset to the point of free spin and freer knockaround).
Aaaannnyway...
Forty five mintues, an hour later, we're at the bottom. She's totally charged up on how much fun she's had on my bike, which, admittedly, is a pretty nice bike. I actually had some fun, too, remembering "hardtail values" of clean, skilled lines. We shuttle back to the car we've parked at the top, say goodbye to our other friends. I say, "You mind if I ride back down?" She says, "No problem, I've got my book, have fun."
So I get a second lap down the hill. On my own bike this time. It's beautiful, starts gently snowing, first time I've ever caught snowflakes on my tongue on a ride. This is a sweet, sweet buffed singletrack, whose toughest obstacles are puddles that may or may not be frozen. A bunch of jumps, sweet bermed turns, pine trees, cold air.... awesome!
I get to the bottom. Jess is amazed. "Twenty-eight minutes," she says. "I just finished my sandwich." And then she says – seriously, she rules – "you want to go do it again?"
Hell yeah, I do! Awesome!
So, while I firmly believe in earning one's downhill, it's pretty hard to complain about getting three laps down the hill. Thank you baby!
