On Sunday we spent the afternoon dirt riding in the Pine Barrens of New Jersey. Our friend Jeff took us to one of the firetowers that are out in the woods. Being the chicken that I am, I didn’t make it more than two levels up before I decided that I was better suited to being on the ground.
Though I was safely back on the ground, I still had to worry about Kenny taking a header down the stairs. Then who would’ve helped me load my bike back in the truck? 😉
The view from up there:
Once again with a hat tip to seeing signs – this was scribbled on the gate we passed to get to the tower:
I try to be a good human but sometimes I stumble. It was a good reminder for me to see that sign.
We’re From the Internet. We Come in Peace.
You make me feel like sayin’… FOXY
On our last dirt ride, while I was standing around having a drink I saw something scuttling across the field. It was a couple hundred yards away so I couldn’t make out what it was. At first I thought it was a dog. But as it skulked closer to us, I realized it was a fox.
It sure was a mangey lookin’ bugger. Even so, it was still cute in an I might have rabies kind of way. I had no idea at the time but apparently Long Island has a booming fox population.
Neigh Baby, Neigh!
Look at this cool guy. Isn’t he cute?
He totally looks like he’s smiling. I think Kenny had just told him that old joke ~ “A horse walks into a bar. The bartender says, why the long face?”
Cool Guy here just might be giving Rockstar Horse a run for his money in the awesome horse department.
Having a motorcycle that can go anywhere really opens you up to seeing parts of the world that are hidden from the road. That is my favorite part of riding the Husky.
They grow ’em from seeds! True story.
There is a funny thing the happens to the look of terrain in a photo.
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When you’re standing there in person looking over the edge of a drop, it looks like a cliff. Then when you get home and look at the photos, it seems so much more tame. Photos never seem to do the terrain justice.
This climb was too much for me. The last portion was a vertical wall. I didn’t even contemplate trying it. Instead, Chloe and I were a cheering section for the types with balls.
You can see this particular hill climb in a video posted on StayOnTheGas.com.
What a difference each ride makes in your progress.
Sunday’s ride had me feeling so much more confident about what I was doing. I felt like it wasn’t completely luck that helped me through the day. I had more understanding in my sparkly knowledge handbag than I did the last time that we rode.
Before we set off for the day Kenny gave me a little reminder. He said, “if you think you can’t, you won’t.”
Of course the inverse of that is – if you think you can, you’ll try and you will. I felt myself willing to baby step just that much further than I did last time.
One major milestone for me was heading up and down the gravel bank. I followed Kenny up and down a couple times and I felt relieved that I didn’t entirely chicken out. It really wasn’t as out of control as I imagined.
I need to stop thinking so much! It seemed like when I just went with the flow, I rode much better. The minute I allowed doubt to stick it’s toe in the door, things slowed down. Think less, do more.