Right where this happened there was a meadow that would’ve been perfect for a helicopter to land and that was the thought going through her head as she lay there in the rut with her bike on top of her. I pulled her bike off of her and she rested a bit and she’s ok. That was the worst fall of the day, the dumbest one was when I was standing still on a downhill slope and fell (for no apparent or good reason), it was totally lame.
So, where were we, well, we weren’t where I wanted to be, on the five hills of death, we were somewhere on the Pinyon, Wildcat, Lower Pine trails. We ended up doing a loop that was about 12 miles. And it was a nice ride, well, I should say, coming down hill, and riding across the flat lands (with the rut that got fallen into) were a nice ride. Going back up that hill sucked and I had to walk my bike most of the way, but it was still a good ride. It took us a couple hours. And I was sweaty and had dirt sticking to me in a bad way, and I stunk, but hey, this is bike riding right?
Actually, it was like probably true mountain biking. We were riding down the mountain basically on riverbed rock, which how it got there I don’t know, there’s no rivers around where we were. And every time someone up ahead of me stopped I was almost guaranteed to fall over (at one point they said there was a raccoon laughing at me, damn raccoon).
I’ve decided that if this is what true mountain biking is, then I’m not cut out for it, at least not on this bike and clipped into my pedals.
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