The Great Outdoors

Ah… the great outdoors… Mountain biking across hills, the cool morning breeze in your face, the evaporating mist in the shade as the sun rises higher, the peaceful sounds of a babbling creek… piles of cobblestones to throw me off balance, acute dips in the road that slam against the front wheel, the wet squeaky shoes when I ride through the water, the precarious single trails on the edge of a steep hill, sharp rocks that protrude from a smooth path, scratches from a bike pedal, and of course… the crashes that leave bruises and welts on my legs and thighs. But when I crash, I'll either land on sharp rocks on a hard dirt path, or on wet grass with sharp twigs…

Ah… the great outdoors…