After a week of virtually no physical activity, this handsome man decided he needed to end his dry spell, and America’s finest city would provide the perfect backdrop for his conquests. Unfortunately, I am hardly handsome and know nothing about conquesting, so I had to settle for a solo “night” ride.
I packed my lights due to my 7pm start, and after 8 or so miles of (possibly illegal) singletrack goodness, I was back at the car at 8:30 and the sun hadn’t even set yet. The overall pace was pretty mellow, and the climbing was minimal, but I did manage to finally clean a switchback that had always given me trouble. There was a log ride I wanted to session, but there were a group of questionable looking youths in the distance and I didn’t want to eat it in front of them, so I decided to save it for another day. Overall, it felt great to be back on the bike after a week of sitting on the couch.
Lesson learned: Going riding is way more fun than watching Tour de France replays. It took me all week to figure that one out.







