Nothing but ride time

Not about the bike in some cases. When you ride through circumstances outside the control of, outside of your comfort zone to La Nouba. Regardless of gear, weather forecast, and crew we still get all form variables that love.

At the same time I had about me from the Dream Maker demo fleet pretty much the only choice. World Cup model prototypes, carbon fiber, Skunk Works wheel, fork and brakes. Vendor my new new hotness to asked to ride. I to the "business", and of all the benefits became long hours and low salaries and now I'm starving. Had been my only regret is that greed; I my one employee discount with these purchases it) can. Latest and greatest why one has access to a rig there?? your hard so you can collect treasure trove of exciting new gear that only stream the office goes on and on the dust sampling in resin likely pay earned dollars is.

Unfortunately, 2010 it straight into 1930 ' brought the economy's news. Bike sales, we are all warm and care at the remove sort of weapon features an extensive trail especially lead balloon. Take root company belt I worked and downsizing divisions and suddenly I was out of work. Indicates a severe shortage of sweatpants, Internet job hunting and my own bike – when I noticed my best choice is demo fleet I had sold my mountain bike. To perform straight Miami Vice in the 1980s remained stable all my road bike, single speed city bicycle beer was my wife and I took of our wedding in tandem Cruiser graphic.

My good friend Jim is enough I lent a bicycle when you need to was generous. Nothing but time on my hands this is dream of using my desk, was a great opportunity to get in those days long wandering from the Office. Everything is clean and looked better, because it took a day to install the new cables and housing, some tweaks since I upgraded his gym bike, give the lubricant. Technology timeline lesson was: lightest exclusive, up-to-date, horse riding, and spent the past two years, best bike industry had offered. I "now had planned", considered out-of-date by today's standards was a day to the beginning of the line a little chubby rig.

And packed lunch and rental bike, my gears and headed south to Newark, Delaware. In was my favorite course late White Clay Creek State Park. Incredibly selecting root works fast, flowy best loops, has a network. BC style Board track technology course. When Jim and I are short and medium-length rides free weekend afternoons could not get, but today it all together my day was had been together.

What transpired that day was nothing transcendental. At your own pace during something like what traffic, refrigerators, home, will was able to leave concerns about my job search just borrowed riding turns free watch from what is a bank. Stop when I saw the picture perfect location; I particularly good section on separate line twice. Rode for the simple pleasure alone, or the immediate moment focused. Time of day. A friend of his power great help and miles of trails for the next big thing for race aside, simple pleasure, ride in the Woods to showed that you can press.

It is time to ride it.

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Nothing But Time to Ride

Sometimes it’s not about the bike at all. Sometimes, through circumstances outside of your control, you’re taking a ride outside your comfort zone. But regardless of the gear, the weather, or the crew we still love the ride and all the variables that shape it.

At one time I had my pick from a manufacturer’s demo fleet most only dream about. Prototypes, carbon fiber World Cup models, skunk works wheels, forks and brakes. Vendors begged me to ride their new hotness. I was “in the biz” and had all the perks that came with the long hours and low paychecks. My only regret was not being greedy; I could have bought one of these with my employee discount. When you’ve got access to the newest and best rigs out there, why choose one? You’re likely to pay for it with your hard earned dollars only to let it gather dust in the garage while sampling the cornucopia of exciting new gear that’s endlessly streaming though the office.

Unfortunately, 2010 brought with it an economy straight out of a 1930's newsreel. Sales of bikes, especially the feature-rich trail weapons we all get hot and bothered for, dropped like a lead balloon. The company I worked for took the route of tightening belts and downsizing departments and suddenly I was out of a job. That meant sweatpants, internet job hunting, and a severe lack of my own bike – I had sold my mountain bike when I realized I had my pick of the best in the demo fleet. All that was left in my stable was a 1980s road bike with graphics straight out of Miami Vice, a single speed town bike for beer runs, and the tandem cruiser my wife and I rode at our wedding.

My good friend Jim was generous enough to lend me a bike in my time of need. With nothing but time on my hands this was the perfect opportunity to get in those day-long odysseys I used to dream of from my desk at the office. Jim’s bike had seen better days since he upgraded, so I took a day to install new cables and housings, made some adjustments and gave everything a clean and lube. It was a lesson in the timeline of technology: I had spent the last two years exclusively riding the newest, lightest, and best the bike industry had to offer. Now I was “making due” with a slightly porky rig that was top of the line in its day but would be considered outdated by current standards.

I packed up my borrowed bike, my gear, and a lunch and headed south to Newark, Delaware. My favorite trails of late were in White Clay Creek State Park. It has fast, flowy singletrack with an incredible network of looping, interlocking routes to choose from. There was even a BC-style board track skills course. Jim and I had been stringing together short- and medium-length rides whenever we could get a free weekend afternoon, but today was my day to put it all together.

What transpired that day was nothing short of transcendental. Freed from the clock, spinning at my own pace on a borrowed ride that was just right, I was able to leave behind concerns about my job search, what the traffic would be like on the way home, what’s in the fridge, what’s in the bank. I stopped when I saw a perfect spot for a picture; I doubled back on particularly tasty sections to try a different line; and I rode for the simple pleasure of being singularly focused on the immediate moment. It was a day without time. My own power, the help of a friend, and miles of great trails showed me that the race for the Next Big Thing can sometimes be shoved aside for that simple joy of a ride in the woods.

It’s time to ride.

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