Finally! I’m back on my favourite bike doing my favourite type of cycling. Ok, it was a fairly steady ride, but it did involve some dry dusty trails and that to me is perfection.
It was last weekend on a slightly cloudy Sunday afternoon. I was feeling a little bit tired, slightly stressed but I really wanted to go out and ride. I didn’t want anything too serious, I just wanted fun and being the slightly weather conscious, fair weather rider that I am. I didn’t fancy going on the road bike due to the strong wind.
I’ve been very good and apart from a quick spin about the block with my fiancé on her horse. I’ve not been on my mountain bike since my accident. My wrist just wasn’t quite strong enough. This time it felt ok though.
Sherwood Pines is only 20 minutes down the road from where I live. It’s not the most strenuous trail centre but it enables me to get out for a quick blast. Perfect for helping my wrist get back up to strength and for my confidence to return.
I met up with Josh, my future brother-in-law and mountain bike riding buddy. We left the car park and I said that he should go in front, otherwise I’ll ride too fast too quickly and ruin my wrist again. As soon as we set off on the Kitchener Trail I was a happy boy, with an ear to my grin and catching flies in my teeth. I can’t quite explain the joy I get out of mountain biking, but it’s always been so much fun.
As I was following Josh, he was just jumping over small roots and launching himself off any take off there was. I, on the other hand, was all too aware of my wrist and quite worried about the impact of coming down from being in the air and so let the suspension do the work and simply rolled over most things. Towards to end of the ride, I’d relaxed a bit about my wrist, and my confidence was slowly coming back. I think it’s going to take a few more rides before I’m not worried about my wrist hurting or my front tyre washing out.
For the first time in a while, we actually missed out the downhill section. Probably a sensible idea. We simply carried on and did the entire route at a reasonable pace. Josh was supposed to be hungover but there were a few times that he pushed it and I think it would have challenged me even at full strength on some of the sections of the trail.
Either way, when we got back to the car park, both of us we dusty, sweaty and grinning like Cheshire cats. The beauty of going out on your bike.
Until next time.