I thought I was done with this until I was riding this morning. We had 3-4″ of snow on Saturday, but it melted off and some trails are dry. I rode the single track again with Max and I noticed another trail about 20-30 feet away. I didn’t stop, but when I found a faint trail that looked like it might connect to the new trail I took it. It quickly became evident that this was not the trail I was looking for, so I got back to my trail and pushed forward. I quickly came to the section that I had noticed and realized I was looking at my trail. There was no other trail for me. It was my trail all along. It’s easy to see other people’s lives and wish we were them, or had what they had, or that things were different for us, but we are on the path that God established for us. If we are patient we will eventually come to the place where we long to be.
Monthly Archives: March 2013
My Marzocchi Bomber fork started to leak oil when I was in Grand Junction in October. We tried to clean around the seal, but it continued to leak. Then the other side started to leak this year. I took it to Mike.com and he fixed it up for me. One leg was very low, and the other was almost empty. I guess it’s probably not a good idea to jump when your fork is almost empty. The new seals are blue, and that doesn’t hurt my feelings. I could tell a huge difference just riding it in the parking lot. I can’t wait to get out and ride again.
This just felt right today.
When I was a kid my uncle gave me a fireman’s helmet. I don’t know where he got it, but it was young enough that it was really heavy on my head, and I loved it. I don’t know what ever happened to it, but it was one of my favorite things as a kid.
Last week I was at Marcus and Terri’s house when I saw his fireman’s helmet on display in his front room. He let me try it on and I told him the story. A few days later he sent one home with my wife after she picked up the kids. It is still super cool.
I went to Las Vegas with Ben, Susan, Shawn and Jill about five years ago. Ben, Shawn and I went to Art of Shaving for a straight razor shave. That was a cool experience. I am embarrassed to say a woman had to teach me how to shave my face, but Carol was great. She had worked in a barber shop in Chicago for close to 20 years, so she knew what she was talking about. I bought a starter kit, which included a shaving brush, pre-shave oil, shaving cream and after shave. I replaced that shaving brush a few months ago at Christmas. My starter kit actually came with sandalwood products, but I bought the lemon cream last year and I love it. There is something cool about using a brush to shave, and it does give you a better shave.
The fire road I have been riding all winter is a mess. Trucks have torn up the road and left big ruts that make riding slow at times. While I would prefer to ride something like Horsethief Bench, Amassa Back or Ridge 157, at least I can get out and ride. Riding a fire road is better than staying home. I need to do a better job of keeping a good perspective in my life. I haven’t enjoyed my fire roads as much as I should have. I have to fight off negativity when things aren’t going the way I would like, and the longer the trial the more I have to fight.
I recently watched Hungry For Change, and that changed the way I see food. One point they made is that the more we decide we can’t have something, the more we want it. When we change our thinking and decide that we can have it but we don’t want it, we control how we react to food. I love dessert and junk food, so changing how I see vegetables and junk food has been a change. I’m trying to apply that change to other aspects of my life. I don’t want anyone else’s life. I want my life. I want the people I have around me. I want my challenges and my pending success. I want my fire roads and single tracks.
There is a section south of Flintstone that Mike and I used to ride before Flintstone was developed with the bike park. This section used to seem impassible to us until Mike saw someone roll it, so he tried and he lived. He showed me and I tried it and lived. We don’t even think about that section anymore when we ride that trail. Sometimes we get hung up on our perception of something and we can’t move forward.
I love to ride downhill sections because it is a challenge. You have to pay attention on a trail like Flintstone or the jumps and drops will bust you up. Flintstone is a great ride because I ride several miles to get to the other side of the ridge and ride up the back to the trailhead. It’s a good climb and I feel like I earn the downhill. I think of the climb as work and the downhill as play, but it’s more than that. Riding downhill is not always easy. Downhill sections can be fast and challenging. There are times when I feel invincible and everything is clicking, and I ride hard on those days. Then there are times when my balance or timing are off. I usually don’t jump on those days. That’s how my life has been over the last three years. I’ve had times when I felt really strong during struggles, and times when I felt like I couldn’t take anymore. But I’m still “riding” as it were, and looking for the beauty in the ride.
This is me on Holy Cross in Grand Junction last October. I felt so good on that ride. I rode in to this section, slowed down to pick my line, and rode it like a boss. That was a fantastic road trip with Mike and Tim.
There are a few hills by my house that are challenging and test my fitness level. One we call Goiter. It takes about 16 minutes to climb when I’m in good shape. It’s a grinder. Another is the hill with the tower. It doesn’t look bad, but it takes longer to climb that you realize. The third has a name I won’t mention, thanks to MB. It’s shorter than the Goiter, but more difficult because it is steeper and rockier. I usually have to take a break on that beast because it’s so hard to ride on my downhill bike, but sometimes I make it up in one shot. Sometimes I feel like I am in great shape to climb the hills in my life, and other times I feel like the hills won’t end. I love to push myself and climb hills on my bike, but I don’t like it so much in life. I somehow expect that life is going to be easier, but it’s not. I think I am stronger now than I was three years ago. I hope I am. The hill continues to rise in the distance, but I’m hopeful that the view will be worth it.