My new mountain bike is here. Well, it's always been at the bike shop, but I waiting for my seat (gotta have a Terry Dragonfly) and to cut down the handlebars. Tomorrow I'm taking it to my cousin's farm to ride, but today....I just couldn't wait.
I rode over to the grade school I attended from grades K-6. What a perfect testing ground. There was a field to ride over, yep, downhill is easier than riding UP a grassy incline, so I practiced both for awhile. There were some tree roots to jump and some ramps.
I was laughing and giggling like a gradeschooler. It was bizarre and wonderful to ride along sidewalks and remember them as a child and think about where I am now. Really, it was fun and freaky stuff.
I'm going to be very careful about not cutting trails or riding when it's wet, and maybe I'll get to keep this little treasure for myself, as long as the pesky kids don't catch on and mess everything up......(They are probably saying "What is that old lady doing in OUR schoolyard jumping roots?")