Well it's been three weeks since I've been on a bike. I
decided it was about time to do something before I got too
fat to ride (Definition of being fat courtesy of Big Rick
"Fat is when you can't see your D@#k because of your
belly"😉. Well I wasn't quite to that point but I was getting
there. So I pried the remote from my hand, got off the couch
and loaded the bike on the Jeep. I then proceeded to drive
the 2.5 miles (hey I was still feeling a little lazy) to the
Peavine, Rancho trailhead.
The afternoon was just excellent, just enough wind to cool
the temperature down but not enough to hamper my riding. I
got on the bike and proceeded up the new Evans Canyon trail
then the old "new" singletrack. From there it was a fast
downhill to 3 trees. I was feeling OK, so it was up to
Poeville I go. By the time I got to Poeville I was seriously
thinking of turning back, but what the heck, a little more
uphill and then it'll be all downhill. I turned off on a
little Jeep Trail that I have always wanted to ride and
since I wasn't in any hurry decided to take it. After about
a half mile, I stopped to take in the view and a sip of
water. Behind me and around the corner I heard something
running, I figured it was someone's dog. The first thing
that flashed through my mind was dam that's a big jackrabbit
but what's up with the spots. It turns out to be a little
fawn, spots and all. The little sucker rounded the corner
and put on the brakes. He looked up at me with an expression
like "What the f#@k did you stop for" and a few seconds
latter bounded off into the sagebrush. I measured the
distance from my bike to his hoof prints and dang he was
only four feet from me. I must say he had pretty good
brakes. Maybe I could patent them "Bambi Disc Brakes".
Well it was back on the trail for about 7 miles of downhill
and some new singletrack. All in all, it felt good, 19
miles, 3000 ft. The best thing is I'm back on the bike.
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