I think I spelled that correctly.
So, the fat bike I bought last winter converts into a mountain bike. I thought maybe I should try it out.
On Saturday, Stacy went with me to Minnesota River Bottoms so that we could try mountain biking and see what we are in for. Today, Dan and I drove to Cuyuga, where old mining land has been turned into a recreational area with some pretty comprehensive trails.
I'm glad Stacy and I went yesterday, otherwise I would have been totally freaked out today. As it was, I was still moderately freaked out.
Justifications for freaking: I'm used to a road bike and flat, smooth roads; mountain biking requires you to ride uphill and downhill around tight corners on loose rocks; I've not spent much time on this bike yet, and the wheels are way bigger than my other bike; you have to be very vigilant and not daydream. I don't need justifications, though. Let's be honest, I don't like terrain. When cross country skiing, I like going on the flat parts the most. I'm terrified when I'm not in control.
I learned some things about biking today, but basically I met my goal of just getting familiar with my bike in that type of scenario.
My minor bruises and I are going for a ride on the road bike tomorrow as our reward.
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