I've got strong legs. Always have had strong legs…when I was a kid I thought I was fat cause when I'd sit in a chair my thighs would spread out and it looked like fat to me. But even then I rode my bike (a steel banana seat bike) all over creation. Then as I got older I ran cross country and track, backpacked and hiked with Boy Scouts, walked around the desolate farmland of rural south western Ohio and the rest of the time rode my bike back and forth past Jenny Mosbacker's house.
After high school I moved to Nashville to go to college and rode my bike all over for the first semester because I didn't have a car down there. Then later I lived in Dayton and rode to reduce the chance that my clunker car would break down on me in the city.
In my 20s I hiked as an end, then later to get to climbing walls and boulder fields. I rode my bike to trailheads and to get around when my car finally died.
Legs, legs, legs…I used them a lot.
I avoided steep sport climbs because my toothpick arms were not conditioned to haul my steel beam legs and donut belly up more than a few feet, hence the bouldering, which consequently trashed my elbows from all the dragging of the beams and donuts, even just those few feet at a time.
I was much better at climbing slabs where my titan legs could push the flabby parts of me upward.
Then I didn't do much of anything for awhile. We quit guiding, I didn't ride and Mandy and I were finishing up school, trying to work and raise a kid or two.
Once in Colorado I started trying to ease back into my previous lifestyle. At least I tried to incorporate as much of my old lifestyle in my normal day to day activities as possible. And then some…
So here I am. I am at the cusp of abandoning the second car and going totally over to human powered transportation as my personal primary mode.
This morning I rode in to Golden, crawled back up Lookout Mountain for the second time this week, this time all the way to the top, then screamed down Apex Gulch. It was so much fun. That descent was the most fun I've had on a bike in a long time. I alternated between gritted teeth as I rocketed over obstacles and a big goofy grin as I glided around sharp turns and launched over water bars.
Dave Lutes would have been proud.
It felt good to ride a trail. I don't consider myself a mountain biker at all. I've used my "mountain" bike to ride fire roads to remote climbing areas, to pull my kids in the trailer on paved bike paths and little else.
Now that I've got it in decent working order and have realized that I live in a great area for mountain biking its hard for me not to take the opportunities to dive down gulches.
I'm a little tired after my ride this morning, but overall I feel pretty darn good.