Wednesday, October 3, 2012
Meltdown on the Mountain
Not because of Mike crashing or his bloody wounds wrapped in arm warmers. Not because of the extra long and wide load of machinery that came barreling down the hill at us, nearly sideswiping riders. Not even because of my whiny attitude over nothing but my own suckitude. But because I had a stupid cramp that wouldn't go away for over an hour.
Luckily, I lived to ride another day. And that day was Sunday. An aimless ride that started at a civil hour through rolling country hills with no particular schedule or goal or destination except for fun. I'd forgotten about this kind of exploratory adventure, deciding at each turn which way to turn.
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