Question: What do you get when you take a seasoned Roadie and throw him on a mountain bike and send him out on a muddy trail?
Answer: A diva who is constantly trying to keep it clean, or a daredevil looking for the biggest puddle.
I spend most of my time on my fancy carbon road bike. We are married. The relationship is perfect. My mountain bike is like my girl on the side I see from time to time. I am sometimes riddled with guilt if I am spending to much time with her. Ok, I am going to stop with this analogy. It’s getting creepy. I was going to end this string of thought with something about the walk of shame in the morning…
Mountain biking is a dirty affair. You gotta like the dirt and love the mud. Don’t think about the noises your bike might be making, or the mud caked in your crank. Let it go roadie. Let it go. Just don’t forget to strip down naked before you walk in the house. Mud on the carpet is trouble.
Somehow I ended up back in the gutter with the analogy I started with.
Adam
