So, after 2 rides got cancelled for today I was at a loss as to where I wanted to go. I wanted to try out something different, at the same time though, I didn't want to be futzing around being half lost.
So, I remembered that Bikers Edge does a Monday night run and.. I was considering Miller's Pond as well...
I put my money on the Bikers Edge Middlesex run.
We started riding about 6:15ish, there was about 20 guys. I met a couple guys in the lot, got a feel for how the rides go... Fast group.. slower group.. I was told the slower group likes to talk and ride.. etc.. and it had me thinking that maybe its really a slow ass group.
Course, I was about the only one in the parking lot NOT fully dressed in "official mountain bike clothing".. oh.. did I mention there was like.. 1 other Hard Tail?..
I'm not worried about being the "new guy".. but man.. I had this feeling that I was going to get DUSTED.. dusted.. like... lost dusted.
So.. the ride starts.. and it was a good pace.. I found myself in 'group 2'.. ( no talking in this group either by the way, they move ).. group 2 had about 9 guys in it.. and I fell in the middle of the pack usually sticking around position 4-6.
** Disclaimer, I have no fucking clue where we went, what track we took, except I saw blue trail markers at some point, I think yellow, the term "Great Wall" was used in a place we went..
Anyhow, no warm up, I was breathing hard for a bit... but keeping good pace.. I got stung by a hornet or something on the back of my left calf.. that sucked.. and marked a great start..
After a few minutes and a few bumps hiccups things started rolling.. the pace was tough.. but manageable.
The group was good too, pretty much everyone was friendly and chit chatted at our breaks/waiting points.
I ended up hitting some stuff tonight that I would have never hit if I was there alone, or with a gang of 3 or 4 guys. But I didn't know it was there, we where cruising along, and I had no damn choice. So, in a nutshell I was pretty psyched about some of the downhill areas, some ledgy roller things.. a couple up and over rock areas.. etc... great stuff!
The last 20 minutes of the ride however sort of stunk.. I fell back with the slow half of the slow group.. lol.. we all had white helmets on and came together in a short bus. Seriously, I didn't know the trails, or where the hell I was at all, so I ended up behind a guy who, unfortunately was less of a rider then I.. in terms of conquering terrain. I am far from bragging - just it is what it is. So, I ended up in the shitty position of following him and having to constantly stop.. I learned to give him some more room and when he stopped.. I would do the obsticle(s) and then wait. That made me feel better..
Anyhow, in the end, I was dragging ass, big time...
Great run..
I am making dinner now.. starving..
My legs hurt, like it was my first tough ride of the season hurt...
I sweat so damn much... wow..
Anyhow, I am almost afraid to go back out with these guys.. I did one of these downhill roller things and I swear to god I bottomed out my front suspension, my pants got caught on the seat when I tried to stand up... I was soo exhausted I was having a hard time pulling myself back up.. lol.. insanity.
Three Times tonight, 3 as in more then 2 less then 4, I said to myself as I was cruising toward terrain... Oh My God, I Am Screwed... and then I talked myself into things like.. Let go of the brakes NOW!.. Your ass isn't getting burned by the tire yet, make it happen.. no really.. like.. that was kick ass stuff.
I bet I burned at least 1 bazillion calories, maybe 2.
Brew n dinner time..
The End.
So, I remembered that Bikers Edge does a Monday night run and.. I was considering Miller's Pond as well...
I put my money on the Bikers Edge Middlesex run.
We started riding about 6:15ish, there was about 20 guys. I met a couple guys in the lot, got a feel for how the rides go... Fast group.. slower group.. I was told the slower group likes to talk and ride.. etc.. and it had me thinking that maybe its really a slow ass group.
Course, I was about the only one in the parking lot NOT fully dressed in "official mountain bike clothing".. oh.. did I mention there was like.. 1 other Hard Tail?..
I'm not worried about being the "new guy".. but man.. I had this feeling that I was going to get DUSTED.. dusted.. like... lost dusted.
So.. the ride starts.. and it was a good pace.. I found myself in 'group 2'.. ( no talking in this group either by the way, they move ).. group 2 had about 9 guys in it.. and I fell in the middle of the pack usually sticking around position 4-6.
** Disclaimer, I have no fucking clue where we went, what track we took, except I saw blue trail markers at some point, I think yellow, the term "Great Wall" was used in a place we went..
Anyhow, no warm up, I was breathing hard for a bit... but keeping good pace.. I got stung by a hornet or something on the back of my left calf.. that sucked.. and marked a great start..
After a few minutes and a few bumps hiccups things started rolling.. the pace was tough.. but manageable.
The group was good too, pretty much everyone was friendly and chit chatted at our breaks/waiting points.
I ended up hitting some stuff tonight that I would have never hit if I was there alone, or with a gang of 3 or 4 guys. But I didn't know it was there, we where cruising along, and I had no damn choice. So, in a nutshell I was pretty psyched about some of the downhill areas, some ledgy roller things.. a couple up and over rock areas.. etc... great stuff!
The last 20 minutes of the ride however sort of stunk.. I fell back with the slow half of the slow group.. lol.. we all had white helmets on and came together in a short bus. Seriously, I didn't know the trails, or where the hell I was at all, so I ended up behind a guy who, unfortunately was less of a rider then I.. in terms of conquering terrain. I am far from bragging - just it is what it is. So, I ended up in the shitty position of following him and having to constantly stop.. I learned to give him some more room and when he stopped.. I would do the obsticle(s) and then wait. That made me feel better..
Anyhow, in the end, I was dragging ass, big time...
Great run..
I am making dinner now.. starving..
My legs hurt, like it was my first tough ride of the season hurt...
I sweat so damn much... wow..
Anyhow, I am almost afraid to go back out with these guys.. I did one of these downhill roller things and I swear to god I bottomed out my front suspension, my pants got caught on the seat when I tried to stand up... I was soo exhausted I was having a hard time pulling myself back up.. lol.. insanity.
Three Times tonight, 3 as in more then 2 less then 4, I said to myself as I was cruising toward terrain... Oh My God, I Am Screwed... and then I talked myself into things like.. Let go of the brakes NOW!.. Your ass isn't getting burned by the tire yet, make it happen.. no really.. like.. that was kick ass stuff.
I bet I burned at least 1 bazillion calories, maybe 2.
Brew n dinner time..
The End.
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