After not getting to ride for two weeks because the weather wasn't permitting, I've ridden three
times this week (Mon, Fri, Sat). I'm going to ride again on Sunday, too. Here's an update on my last
two rides:
I took my bike to the bike shop, yesterday, to get the chain tightened. It's been falling off every
time I go riding, once a ride. The bike shop owner tightened it and said I need to get the gear
cables tightened, too, but, that I could bring it in next week. That was good because I wanted to
hit the trails and didn't want to wait any longer.
I went mountain biking yesterday afternoon. I'd meant to go in the morning, but, "stuff" came up and
I went just before work (and after getting the chain adjusted). I had a great ride, although nothing
particularly stood out in my head, other than there was nothing negative. No falls. No wrong turns.
I climbed a few hills and failed a few climbs.
I reset my Cat Eye odometer computer before that ride and it stopped working, entirely. Hmm. I
wonder if it has something to do with getting the chain tightened.
Today, I went out and met my friend Mike to go biking. I've been working since March trying to get
him to go with me. My persistence finally paid off. We pre-scheduled to meet at 9:30 am.
I timed my arrival so I would be just a few minutes early. 9:28. Perfect. Given that I'm "always
late", I've been working on improving my arrival time to things. It's been a tough struggle, but,
it's gradually improving. I used to be half an hour late to things. Then, fifteen minutes. These
days, I'm usually no more than 5 minutes late, and quite often "on time". Early still seems to be
beyond me, however.
This time, Mike was late, not me. I'll gladly gloat from my moral high ground about that one. Mike's
never been mountain biking on a trail, only riding bikes on roads. He's been road biking on his
brother's mountain bike, while he tried to figure out what sort of bike he wants to buy for himself.
So, after a few quick explanations "Try this, try that, worry about this, don't worry about
that"...we both set off.
The trail at Cathedral Pines starts off with a climb. I can *usually* get up it now, but, there's
some knotty roots right in the middle that give me trouble if I can't get "around" them on one side.
Needless to say, I didn't get around them this time. However, I was able to restart my climb from
where I got stuck, rather than walking up the rest of the way. Still, I felt sort of dumb. Not only
did I look like I "couldn't" climb, but, Mike was following right behind me and had to stop, too. I
think he learned his lesson after that, because he stayed further back on the remaining hills. We
sort of tooled along for a bit. I started out going slow because I didn't know what Mike would be
comfortable with, but, after a bit I speeded up. Sadly, he didn't actually *notice* this, and he
thought I was setting a baby-slow pace for him the whole way I led the trail. I admitted when the
ride was over that that's just the pace I set on my own.
There's a double hill that gives me trouble. I have alot of trouble climbing the first hill, but, I
can climb the second one. I couldn't remember *where* it was. It turns out it was at least a mile
later than I thought it was. Ooops! When we found it and got past both hills (we both failed to
climb the first and both succeeded on the second), I tried to get him to go ahead of me. No go. But,
a bit after was a point where he just ended up ahead of me, and I stayed back when he tried to wave
me forward. I mastered this highly subtle technique from my hiking partner, Fred. Fred's done this
to give me confidence when I'm doing tough hikes. Mike had seen me follow the trail markers, and
he'd seen the "worst" of the climbs, so, there was nothing he couldn't deal with up ahead.
I have to say, he lit out like a donkey with his tail on fire. I don't know if he's been eating his
Wheaties or what, but, he was just zooming along. So, of course, not wanting to be the candyassed
girl who was left behind, I tried to match my pace with his. *AND I DID IT*. This just goes to show
I *was* being candyassed all along about my speed.
There was nothing too significant for a good part of the hike, except that Mike tried riding over a
log obstacle and *almost* fell on his ass. And, he complained about some jouncy bits of the trail,
so, I offered to switch seats (I have an ergonomic gel seat), but, our seatposts were different
sizes by like a millimeter or two, which meant it couldn't happen.
But, the true beauty was when we were working our way down the extended final descent, and Mike
suddenly swerved to one side, and then his bike went to the right, and his body flipped over the
handlebars to the left.
I'm a bit ashamed to report that my first thought was "Gosh, I wish I had my camera" and only my
SECOND was to wonder if he was "okay". He was. He was actually laughing over it. I'm a bit amazed
that he was undamaged by the fall (as was his brother's bike) because both of them were entangled in
four trees that were close together. How his head or joints avoided contact with all of them is a
mystery worthy of Sherlock Holmes.
A bit further along the same descent, I was able to get into proper "attack position", and not fall
(or even just feel "wobbly"😉 for several seconds. I think all the responses from people in the group
helped. I have alot of trouble with this, so, I'm proud to have been able to do it at all.
My computer still wasn't working. I might bring my bike in tomorrow. The battery's not dead -- the
numbers are still there. They just don't change. I think maybe a wire is loose somewhere.
Mike and I are supposed to meet again tomorrow for another ride. He wants to do the loop twice. I
think he's hooked 🙂.
Gwen
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Gwen Morse -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= "Love is a snowmobile racing
across the tundra and then suddenly it flips over, pinning you underneath. At night, the ice weasels
come." -- Matt Groening