A few weeks ago, Mary got Kristen’s old mountain bike to use and abuse as she sees fit. Yesterday, as Scott put it, mountain biking Bill met relationship Bill on Mary’s second ride with Kristen. Six of us met after work at Bradbury, geared up and split off by gender. Four guys followed by two ladies, all destined to meet up a little over an hour later. But that was only after one collision (Casey sprinted past me, through a puddle and right into a stumbling Kevin – Keystone Cops, man, front tires hit and they fell in opposite directions), one fall (Mary stuck in her pedals), and pedaling against large swarms of riders (popular night). After the ride, we all headed to Gritty’s for food and beer. Good times.
It’s been great watching Mary try mountain again. She seems to be having fun with it, and, well, that’s all that matters with mountain biking. (Otherwise, there wouldn’t be any laughing over stories about bikes, bumps, stitches, slipped joints, bruises, and a myraid other busted stuff mechanical and human.) So, among chores, visits and loafing this weekend, we’ll be discussing the finer points of pulling a wheelie and getting behind the seat for descents. And good times await.