So, this weekend was like that movie “Weekend at Bernie’s” – kinda dead on arrival, but then got surprisingly fun. Okay, maybe not THAT dead, but let’s just say Saturday was a tropical smoothie and Sunday was a hailstone margarita. Speaking of hail, did you see the Daytona 500? One dude literally crossed the finish line on his roof! Talk about a pit stop, am I right?
Saturday was the dream, folks. Chilled indoors on a project (don’t judge, gotta pay the bills!), but eventually that cabin fever hit harder than a rogue squirrel on the Lolo Trail. So, I ditched the keyboard and grabbed my trusty steed for a spin. Sunshine on my skin, wind in my hair – pure bliss, except for the nagging guilt of that unfinished work lurking like a troll under the bridge. #adultingproblems
Sunday, however, was a different beast. Freezing rain greeted me like a grumpy neighbor, and guess what? Back to the project I went. By the time I finally escaped, it was late, cold, and the wind felt like Mother Nature was giving me the stink-eye. Headwind? More like a head-on collision with a hurricane! ️
But then, just when I was ready to call it quits and hibernate like a grizzly bear, the clouds parted like Moses and BAM! Sunshine kissed my face and the hail stopped its angry peppering. It was a magical moment, like finding a twenty in your winter coat pocket. The rest of the ride was pure zen, man.
And here’s the kicker: after five years of being a music-fueled cyclist, I discovered something life-changing. Turns out, ditching the tunes makes the ride, well, more of a ride. No mental music video, just the sweet symphony of wind and water. Bonus points for actually hearing oncoming traffic before they become surprise bumper buddies. No more tunes for me, thanks!
The best part? Being present in the moment, feeling connected to the road, the landscape, the whole shebang. Gone are the days of clinging to the edge like a scared gecko. Now I’m part of the scene, eyes peeled, ears perked, and having a blast. And let me tell you, cruising back down Lolo with the wind at my back and a sunset painting the sky? Pure, unadulterated zen.
ON THIS DAY IN HISTORY:
- 2006: Beetle In Peril – Looking Back
- 2002: Back to Training, Brookfield Park MTB Tonight
- 2001: I Can Only Do So Much
Each post captures a unique moment, from thrilling adventures to contemplative reflections, embodying the spirit of evolving adventures through the years.
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