Nothing really too interesting to photograph but sometimes that's not the point. Actually most times lately it's not the point at all. The point if there is one is just riding. It seems there's never time or when there is, I don't have the energy or the inclination to do so. I dream about it and think about hourly every day but continue the rut of having the motivation sucked out of me for one reason or other.
When I do get out, I always love it whether I'm slowly pedaling, stopping frequently and taking pics, flying down the trail just breathing and reacting to the flow or trying not to throw up because I let myself get out of shape. This is usually followed by personal resolution to make more time and not be such a lame ass and just throw my leg over the bike and just go like I used to, no matter how I felt. I always felt better for at least exercising forward movement. Things in motion tend to stay in motion.
So once again... The cycle WILL repeat until I find my way again and it sticks. I can't not. If I ever quit the quest for the flowey dirt nirvana, just strap me in plaid polyester sansabelt pants, direct me to the golf course and take me out with a high powered rifle.
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