Have been out for a blast on my Marin White Line. Great Winter sun this morning and not too cold. Sometimes I’m a slave to my bike computer, desperate to keep my k.p.h up and rack up the miles. I think sometimes, though, I’m missing the point. Yes, I love the sense of achievment and fitness as well as the adrenaline rush, but it’s also about being in the woods, or on the road, and just seeing the world. It’s great fun on my light-weight XC whippet, but even better if I stop and smell the roses now and again….
Deer out on the ride, it’s amazing what you run into on the MTB blast, pure escapism.