I love my bike

I love my bike.

Rode today at the Dauset trails with Kim and Hillarie and there wasn't one time in the 2 hours and 15 minutes that we were riding single track that I wasn't grinning. We started out by going in on Moonshine, which means speed and swoopy goodness and I love that I can just let my bike fly over roots and off small drops and know that (unless I do something stupid), she's going to roll right over and off it all and I'll be transported back to when I was 9 years old and had a Schwinn Slick Chick that was all purple and glittery with a banana seat and it was such freedom. Well, my Klein, she is all green and blue and shiny with a Terry Damselfly seat and today I felt as though I could ride her forever, up and down the hills at Dauset. We rocked. I never want to be too old to ride my mountain bike.

(Trails ridden today: Moonshine ->Fern Gully -> Wagon Track ->Turkey Trot ->Pine Mountain -> Huff 'n Puff Extension -> Sandy Creek -> Bootlegger.)