love on the pirahanic rocks

and fight trail fantasies.

Mountain biking and relationship difficulties don’t seem to go together. Well… For some they do. Sometimes riding a bike for a thousand kilometers up hill in the rain with no food or water is preferable to having that important talk.

Other times, riding, surfing, doing the hobbies to much puts a huge strain on relationships making a home coming more like a visit to a shark tank.

I’ve been avoiding riding lately because I’m outta shape. Riding will hurt. But I guess that’s the point.

Yesterday, we went riding at mack run. ‘Fight trail’ was once a forest filled with red spruce rolling around and across bold bare granite. A decade ago a forest fire tore through the place. Now, small trees and grabby, wild rhododendrons line the trail

The trail is mostly over granite bedrock.

The granite is deadly.

It’s like pavement only nastier - like concrete with sharper teeth.

Riding there is odd. One moment it’s as smooth as a swimming pool. I might as well be riding to the grocery store to get a loaf …