RIDING IN THE RAIN

Riding mountain bikes is so much more fun than riding on the road. I forget when we are riding roadies how much fun the mountain is! The beauty of riding through the trees and hearing nothing but tires crunching and birds singing is magical. Add the sound the rain makes as it trickles through the trees and the SMELL of rain and it is more than magical...it is like finding the key of the mystery in the magic...

Like castles in Ireland and Scotland...

It is magical right up to the point where it isn't anymore. Sometime after 2 hours but before 3, after the hail storm but before I was frozen, and after the knot tying experiment of the Boy Scout Camp that made me feel like we rode into Swiss Family Robinson , but before I was drenched and DONE, the magic ended, the mystery turned scary and the mosquitoes of mosquito alley were eating me alive... I was covered in mud, sopping wet, that "diaper" in the biker shorts needed changing, and there was no calling in the troops on the RZR to save me...so I had no choice but to finish the ride... but I was done. I was ornery. I was a beast. I was an evil dragon, spitting fire and venom (words can't be taken back after you spit them out)!

But then we were done and got clean and dry and finally warm again (59 degrees leaving the mountain and 97 at home)...

TODAY I LOVE BRIANHEAD AND MOUNTAIN BIKING AND MR. & MRS. SMITH!
Not to mention my Jas and the fact that I rode 50 miles on the roadie yesterday and only used my small sprocket up the highway to Snow Canyon twice...(they road is WAY, WAY easier than the path) and once again, I love to ride my bicycle, I love to ride my bike...