Well, today was the NRS' first off-road, non-gravel path experience. It was also my first mountain biking of aught-eight. Great biking experience but man, oh man, am I double oh es. Out Of Shape. It was a slow, painful, start to the year. Lung searing, leg burning, walk on stuff I should be riding, that sort of event. I could blame it on the new bike that I am not used to but who am I kidding. I will need to do some serious work to get in line for the May Farmall series.
The bike handled well but not as snappy as Michael's NRS. Dryer Road has lots of twists and turns and I expected to be "thrown around" a bit as I tried to muscle through these but none of the twitchiness was there. I am wondering if it has something to do with the handlebar (I went with a Nubar). I will ask at the shop when I take it in for the stem sizing. It was great to be back out on the trails even if they did cut me down to size. I am really looking forward to a good season. I have decided to name the the NRS Pacifier - because it is typically a settling, inner-peaceful experience to be on a bike and because of the pacifier Michael gave to me for Christmas that will adorn the saddle when I get around to zip-tying it there.
In other news, Maggie now has her bike up here so I hope to get her out on the canal path. Mom and Dad brought it up when they came today. She estimates it has been ten years since she last went for a bike ride and judging by the "newness" of her bike, I guess she didn't ride much even back then. Oh, and I have five bikes in my apartment right now, all in working condition with the exception of a flat that needs to be fixed.
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