Don't give up!

It has been said that everything is futile under the sun. Here the sun can be oppressive. The bright UV rays tear at my skin, and it is easy to get skin cancer. The dry air wicks the moisture out of my body. Riding into the wind, up the terrain tires out my legs. And then something unexpected happens, a flat tire. Resistance is futile in this unforgiving place. But I love it! I am in my element here. It is quiet and away from the crowd. I am cycling to my own rhythm, I make my own cadence. If I spring a flat, I walk. No one is timing me here, I am my own boss. Sometimes the powerlines sing and crackle in the winds.

On the River Mountain Loop Trail