Reversing the immigration flow slightly, my daughter is working in Mexico.
Rather than ship her road bike down, she decided to buy a bike locally [a GT
Avalanche hardtail mountain bike]. Here's her take after one day of true
mountain biking:
some reflections i had while mountain biking for the first time this
morning/afternoon:
why did my parents choose to raise me in the flatest area possible
[Chicago], making even small hills seem difficult?
there are no cars to look out for, but there are plenty of rocks.
ouch, that hurt.
pavement is, perhaps, underrated.
yes, i definitely live in the desert.
i'm glad my dad bought me biking gloves.
these tires were a great choice. [aggressive knobbies]
cactus need to stop being in my way and scraping my leg. ouch.
wow, that bug looks like a rock.
standing on my pedals while going downhill is hard.
going uphill, at times, is harder.
there's a cactus. there's me falling into it.
that wasn't so bad. after these spikes are out of my ass, this will seem
even less painful.
i need to start working out more.
this is really pretty.
can we turn around yet?
this is so much easier coming back.
are we done already?
gatorade is delicious.
i should wear a skirt tomorrow. my kids will either think i'm hardcore, or
i got into a fight with a cat.
triple antibiotic ointment is my friend.