Riding With My Big Fat Husband

On Saturday Kenny and I went for a ride in the woods on fatbikes. Me on my Pugsley and Kenny on a borrowed Moonlander.

I should preface all this by saying that he isn’t really in to bicycles. He likes them, they’re fine, but he doesn’t wake up in the morning and say “Hey, I really want to go pedal around for a few hours.” Usually.

Sometime last week, out of the blue he looked at me and said “I’d like to go ride the trails with you on Saturday.” I was irrationally excited. I’ve been having such a great time riding in the local trails that I think I might have worn him down a little.

Aside from riding on singletrack in the woods, we traveled in and out along the sandy roads that run through the powerlines. The roads are a mix of sugar, rocks, and packed dirt. (I know his motorcycle heart was salivating the whole time.) The fatbikes just go over top of everything like steamrollers. With 4.8in tires the Moonlander is the granpappy of riding over… EVERYTHING.

In terms of motorcycles, Kenny went over to the darkside and barely rides street anymore. He loves his KTM so much I think he wants to marry it. With that in mind, it seems to me that riding a mountain bike or a fatbike and being able to cruise the woods legally would be a no brainer for him.

I suspect he’ll probably end up on a mountain bike. I *caught* him looking at some on his phone last night. 😀