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Yet again.... I find myself at the same cross roads. Every single day I get up coffee breakfast... I sit I eat I work.... But I never really feel like I get anything DONE. So when its 50 degrees and sunny I find myself itching to go ride my mountain bike. I am absolutely PROFESSIONAL at ditching work. TRULY E4 Mafia for life. I've earned my shammer tab!

I throw all my shit in the van. Bike. Backpack. Water. Ride shoes. Knee elbows and helmet. Gloves. Weed pen. And im gone. Takes me about 45 minutes to get to the local spot. And that smell all through the air of fresh pine and Douglas fir... Boy I'll tell ya...

Something in me says" HUNGRY!!!!!"

Long story short.... There's still snow at the top of the hill😂.

My dumbass says " I am going all the way to the top and riding the whole enchilada!"

45 minutes later....

I'm pushing the bike through two feet of snow half way down the mountain all along the trail. What a shit show 😂

About halfway down the hillside... The snow clears and I can finally ride. That is after I shake all the snow outta my ankles 😂.

The dirt is everything I miss about life. The smell, the rocks chewing through the tread in my tires.... Doing about 20 mph downhill on a perfectly good bicycle!! Moving to the music and completely UNL0CKING.

The world doesn't exist here. HERE.... everything disappears. You're entire existence is now behind your handlebars. The simple act of relaxing and rolling with it..... Is almost some sort of assurance that God DOES exist. Because when you do this you celebrate the millions of years it took to create all this. And it's almost like he knows what you're up to.

On the seventh day he rested but only for a quick lunchtime because it was ride day

😂😂😂🍻

Mountain biking saved my life.

LITERALLY.

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