30 years riding, 15 years writing
It raced me around the lake.
Coming around the back of the lake, I hear some leaves rustling to my right. I look over and it’s a squirrel racing me down the trail and beating me handily.
The race lasted until we got to the wooden bridge that crosses over the creek that feeds the lake.
As he stood on the railing, looking at me as I passed by, I could of sworn Rocky gave me the finger.
MTB: distance 13.69 miles, average speed 13.6 mph.