|Das Pain, not to be confused with Das Boot|
|Taking Delilah for a walk in Louisville, CO. Crash wound under wraps from last week|
|Bandimere, before my crash.|
Riding with Kevin these last couple of night instilled my confidence again on Delilah. He'd lead and I'd follow. It's kind of cool weaving and bobbing in the scrubby areas of his trails where the singletrack topographically undulates while it twists and turns flanked by large flora that at night, limits your vision even more. All the axes (X, Y, and Z) are coming at you and your brain has to interpret the data, sending feedback to my steering motor neurons (hands are in the drops, not confident enough to ride the hoods yet) and just enough watts to my size 42.5 cms. Add the cold and it heightens your other senses to keep you aware from crashing. Sometimes I lose track of my wheels, most of the time we're riding outside of our lights in the twisties but that's what makes it fun and a bit dangerous (re-cycling it back into fun-a perpetual cycle of endorphin/endocannabinoid release-how many times can I say 'cycle'?).
After an hour and half or so of this, even though we're wearing neoprene gloves and booties (I said, "booty"), sadly, our toesies get cold. Cold enough to call it a deal breaker but all we do are loops and we're really never that far from his house. It was fun. Hopefully my skills are improving from chasing him. I like it when I come up on sandy portions so I have to float at the last minute or the blind downhill corner where the babyheads greet me and where I be gotsta float. If I do have to do emergency breaking (oxymoronic term) thank goodness for disc brakes. My confidence'll eventually get here, but for now I'll ride and freeze until the snow arrives, which apparently is, later this afternoon. I have rollers (but good Lord they ain't even remotely fun!).
State Cyclocross is coming up. If I have enough gumption (and currency, minus snow) I'm a do it...
These photos are from Dejan Smaic's very cool website http://www.sportifimages.com