MOUNTAIN BIKING LIKING AND KISSING THE DIRT

I just started mountain biking (me below) with my son Joshua and my brother Mike (pictures below). We pick pristine spots out in the wilderness near lakes, forests, streams, wildlife with beautiful views and scenery plus nature thrown in...I ask you, what is not to love here. All forms of biking is personal and you compete against your self when riding...fun fun fun

You cannot tell by looking, but we are riding in a storm. It is raining soft to medium hard and steady too, not windy but potential for cold is there if you stop moving. When we finished this run, we were covered in mud, sores, scratches and wetness. But we were men that day, exploring, adventuring and having fun

(above) Me and Mike wet but happy. It is a hard ship to pull out our phones and take pictures because 1. our hands and or fingers are cold and dirty and 2. the phones get wet and 3. so does everything else. We break half way through and all snack to keep energy up. I made home made energy bars and I had an apple. When you eat an apple when hungry, it tastes like heavenly food.

Here is my son Joshua who puts us to shame jumping and bunny hopping all over the place. He is a Real Estate attorney and for the single girl readers of the post...available. Well rounded decent young man and a good son. Together, the three of us hit the trails and have a ball. We all kissed the dirt (fell) BTW...

I took this in the rain, wet and cold. I thought of my ActiveRain, twitter and other friends and did the sacrifice. We circled a lake and went through forests, small water crossings and swamp areas. The paths eventually got down to single file with brush, mud, and rock. It is quiet, pristine and inviting...a natural rush

THE REWARD FOR ALL THE HARD WORK

At the end of each ride...we go and eat and I want to emphasize the word EAT here. We just rode over 12 miles on trails, mud, mountains, bridges ,forest, rain, and cold. We have earned the right to eat what we want and as much of it as we want. For this particular ride, we all agreed on the following

THE CHOSEN PLACE

A premium well known Italian place. We ordered a LARGE meatball sandwich, sausage sandwich and a torpedo sandwich. Theses were cut in three parts allowing us to each sample one of the sandwiches. The food was hot, lots of it and we were very content. Some hot soup and tea helped me and Josh to stop shivering a little