2 straight weekends in a row of rockin the MTB in PQ Canyon.
2 straight weekends of me realizing I need to MTB a hell of a lot more.
You see, the MTB and I have a love/hate relationship.
I have had my MTB for almost exactly 4 years now, and it rarely gets ridden more than 4 times a year. It's not because I am a road snob, it's because I normally can't find many people to go mountain biking with. To be frank (whoever frank is), eating shit by yourself just isn't nearly as much fun as it is to eat shit and laugh about it with someone. Eating shit, of course, is having the ability to completely fall off or crash your MTB at any given moment doing anything from going way to fast to conditions, or simply, doing nothing that could cause any type of accident.
The love/hate relationship extends past the consumption of shit, in that I always have a blast mountain biking, and I always get my ass kicked. Mountain biking is so much different than road biking in a number of ways: the jarring of rocks and bumps, the intense focus on the technical ascents and descents, the pure joy of downhill singletrack, and ass kicking climbs that require tons of power to make it up. You see, MTB's aren't exactly featherweight, and mine my is not exactly an exception to that, in anyway shape or form. So, the winter training will definitely call for plenty of MTBing, and plenty of ass kicking.
Ok, so enough of that. Saturday, I went riding with my homeboy James, and it was def a killer ride. Climbing Black Mountain is very rude, and will definitely be done quite a few times over the course of the next few months. Riding through "The Tunnels" was also just bad ass - I could probably spend all day in there! Riding with better cyclists always makes for a great workout, and this was no exception. James is just going to KILL IT at nationals and world's this year!