Phew.
Love my new shoes.
After some back-and-forthing, I decided to stop being a ninny and just go to the track again with K this morning. After all, I’d bought a new pair of Nike Cherry Dunks and they needed to get a bit dirty. And I had no other excuse for not going apart from sheer laziness.
So I went, and I’m happy to report that I went two rounds on the trail – once with K, once on my own. No squealing, and the second time when I was on my own (K stayed back to practise some moves and talk to the young ‘uns) I actually made it over obstacles I hadn’t been able to clear before without a good amount of waffling. I think I was spurred on by the fact that I was alone. In the jungle. Where bad men might be lurking. With no other rider in sight.
I even managed to put my chain back on when it fell off the chain ring just before I entered the jungle portion. No points to the riders who whizzed past me without stopping to help, though. It took me about 15 minutes to figure out how to fix it. Yeah, still having problems in that area. K thought something had happened to me and was thinking of going in search when I appeared back at the hut near the start point. When I told him what had happened, he congratulated me on learning an essential survival skill. Heh! Anyway, it appears that my gears still need tuning and that replacing the chain didn’t entirely solve my issues.
Not getting rid of you just yet!
K suggested that I sell my Stumpjumper and use his bike but (1) I like my little 13.5″ bike because it’s perfect for shorty me and (2) his limited edition Specialized S-works chrome bike is way too big and too pricey for me to be bunging around. Then he asked me to try his Kuwahara BMX bike, but I don’t really like the feeling of calves touching thighs when I pedal on those little things. I think they’re fun to play with in carparks and stuff, but I still prefer being on a mountain bike.
Taken after the first round. Guess I'll be going again next week!
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Such colourful shoes – but I have no envious feelings since I just picked up my second pair of Blundstones
and whoopdedoop are they beeyoooteeefoool!
(As for Kenneth and Blunnies, has he gotten any yet? If he really wants a pair and is willing to pay CA$230 or so, tell him to trace his feet on some paper and figure out what model he wants and I will have a word with my trusty Blunnie dealer (who is the world’s slickest shoe salesman I swear, and who stands by his product so much that I can drop my own beaten up pair off anytime for a day and receive them back in wonderful, polished-to-military-standard condition…..he’ll even arrange to have them resoled/repaired/re-everything for you!)