Today was definitely one for the books, kind of like an “Indiana Jones” escapade but with less snakes and more mechanical betrayals. Imagine the scene: just me, my trusty steed (aka my bike), and the irresistible charm of the Supply Ponds. The game plan was as simple as my grandma’s apple pie recipe—pedal around, soak up the great outdoors, and rinse and repeat until sundown. However, the universe, with its infamous sense of humor, decided to spice things up. About halfway into my adventure, my bike’s derailer pitched a fit and gave up the ghost, forcing me to go old school and single speed my way back to civilization (or at least to where I parked my car). It turned out to be quite the impromptu thigh burner!
But wait, there’s more. Just when I thought my day had peaked, I plunged into jazzing up my mountain bike blog. It’s my little corner of the internet where I share tales of triumph and, well, mechanical mutinies like today’s. Signing off now, with legs that feel like jelly and a heart that’s surprisingly content, I’ve gotta laugh at the sheer unpredictability of it all. Nighty-night, universe! Here’s raising a glass to the wild, wonderful whirlwind that is embracing the great unknown of the great outdoors.
On this day in history, ‘Hey Zeph! Want an Action Wipe?‘ I asked, after cleaning the blood from my shin.
— Saved by a Package, 2013
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