This mobile home has been bouncing around the desert for weeks. Today it was at the bottom of the Zen Trail, last week it was on a hill above the Curly Hollow Road. I wanted to knock on the door to see if Alexander Supertramp was home.
Despite the rain, the trails on the bluff are still good. I checked the view from the top of the Zen thinking I would see some goofball dragging his bike through the mud on the cow trail below. No one was in sight. {sigh}
I caught up to some riders on the Sidewinder yesterday. Have you noticed how most riders pick up the pace when you catch up to them? I've seen guys blow themselves up trying not to let you pass. I actually had a guy leave his girlfriend to chase me up a climb after I had passed them. He couldn't keep up and at the top of the hill I looked back and saw him barfing-now that's being a little too competitive.
No comments:
Post a Comment