Dear Most Excellent People,
I love biking. Some of my best memories are biking memories. I love biking through beautiful scenery, I love the speed, I love the challenge of getting up a hill and the rush of going down. I love what it does physically for me. My ankles are better, my lungs are better, my legs are stronger, and I love it when the endorphins kick in. Especially when you are biking on a scenic trail and suddenly you are filled with euphoria. Awesome. Biking is God's sport.
Last weekend I biked with two friends from school, Ryan and Daniel, around a reservoir. Five minutes into the trip it started raining. Perfect. Ten minutes into the trip Daniel got a flat. Perfect. Once Ryan patched that up off we slogged through the mud, and puddles, jungle, bamboo groves, down stairs, up stairs, over rocks, around rocks, spending about twenty percent of the time hauling our bikes over impassable terrain, then gingerly flitting through more mud, and obstacles. Perfect. Half way through the trip we had a break and it was Ryan's turn to have a flat. Another operation in the rain ensued. Perfect. Then we headed back on pavement up a half kilometre hill. Perfect. Keeping up with the (much younger) men on the flats was too hard, no way could I keep up, but for some reason on the hills going up I beat them both. I guess in old age you learn to pace yourself better or I am simply in better long range shape. Or maybe the young guys were showing mercy, (not a chance) or were just bored, but whatever it was good for the old ego to beat them in something. However, once we got to the downhill and flat stuff again I was left way behind. No matter. It was perfect.
Due to the flat tires a two hour trip stretched into four. At the end I was covered in sweat, rain water, and mud and was totally wiped out. Perfect. Daniel and I took a taxi back and left the seat saturated in water. Not perfect for the next customers. Still it was a great day and this summer I look forward to biking in Germany and Canada. Biking is great. I love biking.
Till next time.
Love adios and peng on!
Dirk
A great view of the reservoir and jungle.
Slogging through a bamboo grove in the rain and mud. Awesome.
Just before sailing into the abyss. Was fun.
I love biking. Some of my best memories are biking memories. I love biking through beautiful scenery, I love the speed, I love the challenge of getting up a hill and the rush of going down. I love what it does physically for me. My ankles are better, my lungs are better, my legs are stronger, and I love it when the endorphins kick in. Especially when you are biking on a scenic trail and suddenly you are filled with euphoria. Awesome. Biking is God's sport.
Last weekend I biked with two friends from school, Ryan and Daniel, around a reservoir. Five minutes into the trip it started raining. Perfect. Ten minutes into the trip Daniel got a flat. Perfect. Once Ryan patched that up off we slogged through the mud, and puddles, jungle, bamboo groves, down stairs, up stairs, over rocks, around rocks, spending about twenty percent of the time hauling our bikes over impassable terrain, then gingerly flitting through more mud, and obstacles. Perfect. Half way through the trip we had a break and it was Ryan's turn to have a flat. Another operation in the rain ensued. Perfect. Then we headed back on pavement up a half kilometre hill. Perfect. Keeping up with the (much younger) men on the flats was too hard, no way could I keep up, but for some reason on the hills going up I beat them both. I guess in old age you learn to pace yourself better or I am simply in better long range shape. Or maybe the young guys were showing mercy, (not a chance) or were just bored, but whatever it was good for the old ego to beat them in something. However, once we got to the downhill and flat stuff again I was left way behind. No matter. It was perfect.
Still smiling afte getting up a half kilometre kill hill. Kind of. Me, Ryan, and Daniel.
Till next time.
Love adios and peng on!
Dirk
A great view of the reservoir and jungle.
Slogging through a bamboo grove in the rain and mud. Awesome.
Just before sailing into the abyss. Was fun.
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