Well, sorta. After peeling myself out of bed (days after an XC are always rough for me, but in that good happy way), JK and I grabbed some free french toast and headed out for a “recovery ride” to Aspen. One would think that a “rec” bike path would be flat, easy to someone who rides a lot. A) I guess the definition of “flat” and B) the definition of “a lot” would be useful here. Anyway, I really enjoyed the ride, despite having to ride up some pretty serious hills after completely annihilating ever last standing muscle fiber in my legs ! I bet Geckove’s heart rate was 78.
We were bike pathletes for the day….
We were riding to “Someplace warm. A place where the beer flows like wine. Where beautiful women instinctively flock like the salmon of Capistrano. I’m talking about a little place called Aspen.”
Nature…
and even more nature….
and wildlife in his natural habitat and I quote, “Treeline makes me giddy and I drool everywhere. I need an adult bib that says ‘I heart mountains'”
My sentiments exactly. Duuuude, blown out!
Me love smoothie. Me love almond butter smoothie.
