Well three, in fact, but I forgot my Garmin on one of the three, so as my good friend says (tongue in cheek) “without the computer evidence you didn’t ride”. So I can only claim two rides. Anyway I only have pics from two of the rides anyway.
So let us (and by us I mean me and Willie) begin with Sunday. Fountainhead was the worst place on earth for a long time in my mind, rocks, roots and very little “flow” left me thinking it wasn’t a good place to ride. Fast forward about a year, I may not love it, but, I really enjoy heading out from my house to do the nine mile road/gravel/really easy single track ride out there and meeting up with people to ride. Saturday it was a reunion of sorts. Three guys that had had big crashes where there and riding. It was fun and really good to see everyone out there again. As well as seeing good people out there, some new trails had opened up and seeing as we were some of the first to ride them I am here to give you my official opinion of them.
They will be really good once they are packed in, but for the moment they are like riding on velcro. In contrast the everything else out at Fountainhead these new trails include very little in the way of natures obstacles. Will that prove to make it a better ride? Time will tell. The new trails will make the trail much longer when they are all finished, about 9 miles longer. The hope is that the total trail system will be around 16 miles long. All that 9 miles from my front door…. damn I have a bad life.
So the second ride was a quick 50 mile road spin. It was 68 degrees and sunny… yes that is exactly what I meant to type, it was nice. Leaving I had put on a vest, arm warmers and knee warmers as it was 28 November of course. It is supposed to be cold and nasty (like today) but it felt like spring. Unreal. I rolled and rolled along (not like bowling ball, that fat am I not yet) but through the suburbs on the best and safest bike path available as not to get crushed by a car. I was mostly successful save for one idiot in a F-150.
He pulled up beside me, looked at me and then tried to run me into a ditch all the while looking at me. He could even see that I wasn’t the happy go lucky skinny shaved legged cyclist boy and still tried to put me in a ditch. I held my line and looked at the fool and either he flinched or realized I wasn’t going to give he the pleasure of “scaring” me. He actually he didn’t. I shook my head at him and lifted my right hand to show him what I thought of him, but instead just waved and kept riding. I could tell from how he reacted he thought I had entirely missed the point of him trying to hurt me. Fool. The day was too good to be all angry.
Then I had dinner in DC with three good people and came home walked the best dog ever and watched a bit of Monday NIght Football. All in all a very good day.