Sometimes riding is pure unadulterated joy. That perfect moment hits you and just don’t want it to stop. This weekend, it was when we were blazing down pinecrest peak trail, we were rolling down the trail as fast as conceivable, hitting all the little whoop tee dos and jumps, banking hard around the berms, and threading through technical sections at mach speed. even better, i had a couple buddies chasing me, we were all laughing, pouring on the speed. It’s an insane feeling and one I get doing few other things. The rush on adrenalin is intense and the endorphins kick in… I was grinning from ear to ear whooping hollering and laughing out loud. It doesn’t happen every ride, but when it does, it’s awesome.
I’ve been neglecting my riding so much lately that I’d forgotten about that moment… Or perhaps just set it aside for a bit. It’s going to be a busy summer as i try and get caught up.