The Mountain Bike Life

Category: Soul

I am hemorrhaging Summer. It is spilling onto the linoleum of time. I am dizzy. Woozy even. Last winter, Summer was an abstract concept. It slowly stretched before me and faded into the vast continuum of all Future. My plans for Summer were primordial. Ill formed without regard for timing or work or family or a single shred of reality they danced before my mind in a silly, childlike, muppet way in a magical land where the sun was locked…

Part of what makes riding a bike so special is the ability to explore. You can ride the same roads and trails every day, or you could add a little variety. Familiarity becomes monotonous and the urge to explore is present. Exploring and going on adventures is one of my favorite things about riding. It really is cool to experience a new area for the first time and not know what is coming around the next corner. By this point…

He thought, without a doubt, in the old days he would’ve driven right by the brown wooden sign half-hidden by weeds that marked the Dorman Woods State Park’s entrance. But for the help of the Galactic Phone, as he called it, he would’ve sped by, for although on the trails his mind falls into comedy stand-up mode, in the car he becomes an oldies crooner. Del Shannon, The Temptations, The Ravens, The Big Bopper, nobody was safe. He was on…

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