At some point you just come to terms with your shortcomings. I will never be a confident dirt rider. There is something about the looseness of it that I cannot give myself over to. That and the fact that I don’t do it nearly enough to become good at it.
Riding dirt roads, gravel roads, dirt trails – I’m fine. As soon as I see water and mud? Forget about it. I freeze. When the answer is often to keep your momentum going to carry you through I end up shooting myself in the foot and slowing down to collect my thoughts before tackling whatever sopping mess is in front of me.
When we were riding in Berkshires this spring, things were…. damp. I tentatively putt-putted my way through some big, long puddles.
My dude and fellow unicorn spotter Gary directing me to avoid a big rock under the water.
He must’ve been looking out for me after witnessing me fling both me and my bike down an embankment about 10 minutes earlier. Judging by the look on his face when I came back to Earth and looked at him, it must’ve been quite the spectacular wipeout. Oopsie.
I’ll just keep tagging along on these dual sport rides when I can. If nothing else, the scenery is always great! 🙂