I love speed, the wind through the slits in the helmet, the flapping of the collar, the feeling of the world whipping by. Of course I only get that going downhill in the lowest gear pumping as hard as I can. But all the climbs are worth it! Makes me think riding the chair lift up the ski hill and coming down might be a thrill.
But, on a mountain bike. My mountain bike is ancient, has flat tires, and tempermental shifters. Guess I should think about how to fix that problem.
I'm lovin' the shifters on my new bike and I'm trying to tune in to the subtle art of precisely when to shift up or down, and how to guage just how much energy it will take me to make the next hill. I love so much about that bike, including the comfort grips that support my hands so much better.
Today I rode over 12 miles but I hadn't cleared the Garmin before I started so I don't have the time calculation. I'm guessing just under an hour and a half. Whatever. I'm feeling stronger and look at the hills differently now!
Here are some pictures:
Hard to make out but there is a mama and at least one baby. She makes quite a racket when I go by there every day.
This afternoon and tomorrow I'm teaching a fiber felting class in the city youth summer program, and Friday we plan on hiking to Granite Mtn. Lookout.