We went out on the bikes again today. It was fun and disheartening all at the same time. It was fun to get out there and get off the bike trainer. It was disheartening because this is what our lives have become... biking on paved bike paths that are long and flat and boring and crowded with weekend warriors. I told Lee while we were riding that we're just going to have to get really into golf because this East coast mountain biking thing just isn't working out.
If we were just casual bikers, this Minuteman bike trail would be perfect. But we're not. I like rocks and dirt and hill climbs and descents and single-track and riverbeds and tree roots and maneuvering. This Minuteman trail has none of that. But we managed to get our hearts pumping for the out-and-back 22 miles. And for that, I'm grateful.
One super cool thing about the East coast is how old and historic every thing is... like this barn, for instance. This barn was at the end of the Minuteman trail in Bedford, MA. It was weathered and sun-bleached and gorgeous. Another super cool/super strange thing about the East coast? We happened to see a Civil War reenactment going on while we pedaled along the bike path. Something about grown men dressed up in costumes is just bizarre and humorous to me. But to each their own.
We did manage to get out and have brunch with a great couple. What better way to start a Sunday than with Bloody Mary's and friends?! Thanks C & G.
Do you like to mountain bike? You guys. I love it so much. I love to go fast down single-track and feel the tree branches scrape my arms as I fly down the trail. I might even love it more than trail running. Okay, maybe not quite.