Trouble in the forest!!

The biking fun continues. Wednesday I met up with three adventurous friends at Harbison forest. About five minutes into the ride, one rider down. No harm done and she was back in the saddle..... until she had a flat tire a little later. Lucky for us, ever-prepared Maureen had a tire pump! Unlucky for us, it looked like it would have a hard time inflating a ping pong ball, much less an actual tire. Not only did we not have a clue how to work the damn thing, we couldn't even see it, the parts were that tiny (or our eyes that old, or both). Maureen even had some reading glasses (do you know how small trail maps are these days). Or maybe even if we had figured out what to do with the little doohickey and thingamajig, you can't inflate a busted tire, no matter how hard you try!

Biking is fun.....and dangerous. Stay in the saddle!

So, I have always loved to bike ride ! Apparently, so has my sister. In fact, she left me a rather lengthy voice message to tell me that my renewed interest in biking brought back memories for her. Memories I am not sure I would share. Seems she always thought of her bike as her pet horse, and always named her bikes horse names (King and Flicka - her voice messages are very detailed!). I never knew that, but it explains some things! And, now that I have learned a little bike lingo, seems seats are called saddles in the world of biking. Interesting, because I feel like biking requires a lot more effort on the rider's part!

So, I have a new horse/bike! Haven't named it yet, but it was an expensive purchase. It is a mountain bike, and I am lovin' the ride. Thanks to my pal Maureen who took me to Dupont Forest a couple weeks ago where we biked to several beautiful waterfalls. A couple more trips to Harbison and I was hooked.

But my first solo biking adventure was a little traumatic!! I cracked my helmet! My carefully selected, totally awesome, EXPENSIVE, life-saving helmet intended to protect me is shattered! Fear not, it did not happen during a dangerous, speed-fueled ride where I lost control and landed on my head. Nope, I ran over it backing out of the garage! Yep, after carefully loading my bike I left my poor helmet on the ground. So, now I wear my cracked helmet and pray I don't really crash until I replace it!

There are trails all over the country to ride, I think Lee and I may find some this weekend!