This is just a silly little video clip from a ride I did in the pine barrens of south Jersey with my friend Gary last week.
Because of the way that video seems to flatten everything out, you don’t really see what the terrain was like. The profile of this particular sand road is something along the line of the inside of an egg carton or the edges a lasagna noodle. They call ’em whoop-di-dos or whoops. You can get some idea of what they’re like by watching Gary’s front fender bobbing up and down.
Though Gary is a zippy singletrack rider, he also takes time out to ride with slugs like me. We call these slow rides our “unicorn hunting” rides. Hell, we’ll even stop and take pictures sometimes. He is incredibly patient with my silliness.
When we ride together, we link up on our Sena headsets and chit-chat all day. That seems to help keep me from thinking about riding. Plus, he lets me know if Bigfoot is in the road up ahead or anything. The GoPro seems to pick up our conversations very well…
Ride it, baby. Ride it. Giddyup!
Words to live by.