I wished I could sum up why I ride. I cant. Today I think I got closer to why, and I think its one of the greatest things about riding: Its the surprises. I always seem to find an answer to a problem on a ride, or not seem to care about the problem itself, which is such a needed break from reality sometimes. This last week ive been focused on work, what I need to do, and how I needed to improve my work. Its been in my head all week, and I think I did that. My head was full of everything but riding, even though I havent driven my truck for about 3 months.
Tonight was a BACA meeting in hurricane, so after work I jetted out on the freeway to go do my duty for BACA, and all of a sudden it happened: The ride took over. It did indeed surprise me, on a short 5 mile stretch of 1-15 where I could feel my bike’s horsepower loving stretching its legs. the wind, the music, the feeling of seeing everything around me and being a part of it. Its the surprise. I love the suprise. Im addicted yet again.