Yesterday was warm enough to ride, but the ground was frozen hard. “Hero dirt”, Jeff calls it. Chris and I snuck over to Waldo at 3:00 (Calvinist me had my 8 hours of work in by 2:00.).
We rode fast and clean. Chris has better skills, but I’ve got better lungs, so the space between us yo-yoed constantly. On the long climb up from the lake, I blew a steep, rooty bump I’d never cleaned anyway, but got out of the way fast enough to watch Chris ride it. That was a forehead-slapper. He took a line I’d never seen, going around the big roots rather than jamming his front wheel between them. I went back and rode it again and later told Chris, “It’s easy when I do it your way.”
That section had grown outsize in my mind so that I always came to it knowing I wouldn’t clean it. While the rest of the 7 miles was fun, that three feet, not even a bike length, is what I’ll remember. It took overcoming a mental block. That’s the stuff of mountain biking – Every ride has the potential to expand your mind.