I was a bit under-dressed for the ride from my house to Belmont. Which was fine, I knew when I got in the woods, the chilled snappishness, of the short ride over to the trails,.... that I'd warm quick.
off the main trail, along an old one that's disappearing
a new trails, weaves back and forth, and stumbles along, like an old town drunk
It's funny to pop out at a road, from a small hole, from a bit of woods, in the city. and then cross and poke back in.
I got lost in the woods today. On the trails I know well. It took me forever to ride, with many stops. I don't ride my mountain bike much, but I do love riding it. It's dialed in pretty sweet, finally feeling just right. I did dive and bomb around a bit. Popped out of the Wiss,, under 76, a small bit of dirt up to the cynwyd trail, and home. It's not often that I am lucky enough to get lost from it all. Its a real good feeling. Today I savored it, and was glad, to enjoy something rare.