What feels like me are my solo, early morning off-road rides (read about them here: My Church). The thought occurred as I was practicing an enduro technique called a "log pivot turn". Basically you approach a log from the side, compress the suspension, then, as it rebounds you loft the front end slightly by applying throttle and releasing the clutch and sort of bounce it over the log, landing on the other side at a 90 degree angle to the obstacle. I had been trying to get this move down, but it was a struggle. After what seemed like 1000 attempts, several of which ended with me sprawled on top of the log wondering what went wrong, I finally nailed it perfectly, hence the giggling. I rode away, got a little excited and popped a celebratory wheelie that almost went too far, still chuckling to myself.
I get an obscene amount of enjoyment from these rides, so much so that sometimes I look over my shoulder to see if someone is going to tell me to stop. I hope not. On rare occasions I wonder if maybe I've missed out on something as a failed adult. But then I go do a few more log jumps and realize it's probably somebody else who is missing out.
|Disclaimer: This is not me, however I assure you I look just as cool and stylish as Chris Birch does here.|