white with blue trim, solid and sturdy, with shiny disc brakes, the novara bonita was the mountain bike I chose back in the spring of 2005, replacing the bike I'd had stolen out of my garage a few months earlier.
the bike that had been stolen was a mountain bike, and all I'd ridden as an adult were mountain bikes.
however, I lived in suburbia and needed to fit rides in between work, kid activities, and keeping my single-parent household functioning, so my rides started at my driveway and made loops that returned me home within 45 minutes or so.
then I moved closer into the city, and decided to get a little more serious about riding.
which led to more uphill, which led to the canyon that's mouth was 2 miles from me, emigration.
which eventually led to my purchase of a road bike.
cycling up the canyon on a road bike was much more freeing, and soon I discovered dozens of other routes that left from my driveway and returned me there, eventually. I became a roadie.
the bonita stuck around, though, and I continued to ride it once a year, sometimes even twice. I am not much of a mountain biker, having spent most of my time pedaling the bonita on roads instead of dirt.
where bonita and I will soon be |
this friday we leave for the white rim trail in canyonlands national park....and we'll be traveling with people who are expert campers and mountain bikers. me and bonita will be trailing along behind, doing our best to hang in there and survive. we've mountain biked a bit in the moab area, but never for four days straight, and never while camping. I think we're both going to get dirty.
many of my friends enjoy mountain biking, primarily because it gets one away from houses and cars and out into nature. I just need more confidence, and gosh darn it---confidence seems to come from experience!
the more I get out on those trails and ride that bike, the more comfortable I'll feel, and the better I'll be. I'm afraid you can't learn to ride over rocks and tree roots until you actually get out there and ride over rocks and tree roots. and sand. and slick rock.
so we'll see what this coming weekend teaches me.
it may teach me that I enjoy mountain biking, that it's as great as being on my road bike. it may teach me that I'm a better rider than I think.
or it could teach me that I could use some more practice.
or that road biking still has my heart.
bonita and I will be heading to the white rim trail with open minds, and a commitment to fun and adventure, no matter the speed or finesse.
and what matters most, as my mountain biking friend leslie says, is that we all
keep the rubber side down.
back at you next week, with tales, I'm certain!
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