So I hadn’t seen the mrs in a couple of days because she’s been supporting a friend whose mom passed from cancer. The mrs was coming home yesterday evening, so being released from work early, decided to get home and get a ride in. Used wahoo to route me from Riverside down to Lake Elsinore. Looking over the map, seemed like a decent ride. Feeling good, I started off. Birds were singing and the sun was shining. My excitement soon turned to dismay when I came upon the sign that read paved road ends ahead. In too deep, I couldn’t turn around. What I thought would be a few hundred feet turned into a few miles of treacherous dirt roads with all types of craters and crevices. Mountain bikers, or gravel riders with wider tires would love it.
As I pressed on, the road gradually started to decline, and now I’m cookin, with little to no traction. I’m holding on for dear life praying the bike stays up right. I just knew something was going break as the violent clunking yelled at me, wtf are you doing lol. I clunked so hard that my water bottle went flying and the chain popped off the front ring.
After recovering from this stretch of arid difficult dirtfault, found some pavement only for that to run out too. Now I’m screaming bloody murder, not before this dirt road turned into sand. You know what’s coming next, yup, as the bike washed from under, seemed like I was falling for an eternity. Seemed like the crash was happening in slow motion as I landed into bushes that covered me in thorny fox tail thingies.
I laid there for a minute, questioning my entire existence. My thoughts were rudely interrupted by my Apple Watch Ultra, signaling that it detected a crash, and should it summon emergency services. I politely declined and smiled a little on the inside. I dusted myself and finished the ride finally reaching pavement for the remainder. With a sore right hip, elbow and shoulder I landed In Elsinore and said never again. For what it’s worth, the bike took a beating and survived every minute.
by tonyt0906