I didn’t quite feel like riding yesterday, but convinced myself to run to Waldo for a quick perimeter loop. I cleaned the skinny and the new log-overs on Red. I bobbled but then clawed my way up the new and rocky chicane around where the 3-foot oak landed dead in the trail last May. I climbed Purple from the lake and twisted past that damn tree with no hint of trouble. Two years ago, I sessioned that spot about 15 times before making it once. I still didn’t make it up the rock garden on that trail, but I got further than ever. I’ll get it this year – I know how.
Riding my cross bike in Hidden Valley last week I did a couple of dry, but off-camber and brushy ride-arounds, when in the past I’d have muscled through the mud instead. Maybe. Encountering a ten or twelve inch tree down on the trail, Ben dared me to hop it. Approaching slowly, I popped the front wheel over, then did “the move” to bring the back wheel along. A year ago, no. Climbing lightly out to the parking lot, I remembered my first time there three years ago when everyone else’s tail lights disappeared from view as I walked from fear of the rocks.
If I’d been road riding instead, I’d have been wondering whether I sucked worse on this or that hill than I did last year at this time.