Biking today was a hoot. My endurance is magnificent and my muscles just do what they need to do.
The trail back where I go is rough, rough rough. Lots of sand, some of it is beach sand which just halts your velocity, rocks, ditches and glitches so you really need to manage your bike or you’ll just slip and fall.
There are many hilly parts. Some quite easily doable, some are just steep with loose sand so you need to go up calculating your path or, again, you will just slip back and fall on your ass…..or make an ass of yourself.
The trail attracts a lot of off-roading tourists in jeeps because some parts have dunes and the sea is all along the trail. But at the dune parts they get out of the car, take pictures and whatnot.
I don’t mind having “public” around when I am on the go because in someway it keeps me going.
Today, right before the steepest hill there’s a group of tourists, my age. Men and women, happy and dressed in all sorts of colored beachwear. They looked like christmas decoration in the snow, because they were on a dune.
They see me coming, all sweaty, really pushing hard on my pedals to keep my bike going forward because of the strong winds. At a certain point halfway the hill I have to stand up to paddle faster to keep the climb going. They then start yelling and cheering and clapping and chanting : “go go go tight ass, go!”. It made me laugh inside and that split second I m not paying all my attention to the climb I start slipping on the loose sand a little.
Thank god I am so embarrassed to make a fool of myself in front of the cheering crowd that with a weird maneuver I save my “tight” ass and continue my journey.





















