I am trying to find power that will keep me going, even though I know every inch of every trail in town. I rode with a new guy yesterday, a transplant from Gainesville. He could not say enough positive things about our Tallahassee trails. He loves the fact that they are so long, and the technical climbs are a welcome change. Where he used to ride, there are a few trails a couple miles in length, and he had to ride a lot of pavement to connect them.
It seemed kind of stupid to complain to a guy that loved the area so much so I, "quit my belly aching" as my old Dad used to say. My legs felt like lead and I remembered the new guy was on a single speed, and never more than a couple feet off my wheel. I gave him a little heat on some of the more fun stuff out at Caddy, but he was always there.
He has a pretty unique set up, both brakes on the right, and a pipe affixed to the left, with a four inch PVC sleeve to fit the spot where his left arm would be. Did I mention he had only one arm? We used to ride with a guy that had a prosthetic leg a few years ago...he used to kick my ass too.