I'm not real smart, and I'm OK with that. In the end were not judge by being the fast guy, or rich guy, or dork, were judged by our soul. I don't believe in God but I do believe in soul. Thats why I like to drink a bit now and then, I slip the key under the door and let the poor wanker out for a bit of fresh air.
I went out on the Mountain bike to the Wiss today, still trying to recover from Sat. and Sunday. Had a nice ride on the Salsa. As I was leaving a rider past and pedaled just ahead of me. He was fit and had some cut calfs, a rider. I wanted to get home and was in the big ring but I did not just want to jump this guy and blow by. I rode back a bit over the undulating path and at a flat section I pulled along side him, gave a nod and pedal onward at a faster pace. He stayed a bit back off my wheel, but did pick it up some and paced off me. We dropped on to ridge then hit the split left up main. I was moving and he drafted and took advantage of my need to get home quick. At Shures Lane I slowed for the light, drifted left a bit and he passed right, a nod "brother", and up the hill on his way.
Respect, Soul, I owe a thanks to fatmarc, thanks for cheering me on at the Iron Hill Mtb. race. Its been a long time since I raced on the Mtb. and a long time since I've heard a voice in the woods encouraging me on. and the season is coming to an end and all I can do is look forward to riding my bikes.
cheers, dlowe.
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