Off Road...finally.

I can't describe to you how nice it is to be finally riding my mountain bike consistently. I thought for a couple months that I was slowly turning into a roadie. Whoa, it's like a bad dream, a nightmare in fact. I'm just joking roadies....but not really. In any case, John is on a field trip to Arkansas so Chad and I are flying solo here in EC. We went for a nice ride down at Lowes Creek, and other than a few incidents we had a darn good time.

We were cruising down a nice section of single track, and I, thinking I was JHK, came into a corner a little too hot. I wouldn't have minded it at all, except I was 6 or 7 feet in front of a bridge when it happpend. I managed to slow down a enough so that I didn't go smoking into the water below, but I was really really close. The situation reminded me of the movies when a semi half falls over a cliff and the guys inside start moving real slow towards the back of the truck. I managed to pull my self back to level, but only because my rotor had kept me upright. So needless to say I have a mega bent rotor that needs replacing. It only gets worse from here. After removing my front brake and wrapping it around my handlebars so we could keep riding, Chad's bike, which was resting on the side of the bridge falls over and lands against a metal sign post. It was sad to see a decent scrape in the side of that beutiful candy red paint job.

Other than that though it was a great ride!

Thats it for now,

Chase