There. I’ve said it.
Perhaps this is a bit of a self-indulgent troll, but the fab weather this week has really hit home what is so great about road riding and it’s the convenience. Tonight I finally get to squeeze a daylight bike ride in; there are no kid’s going to swimming, no meetings, no work getting in the way (touch wood), no wife at the gym. Just me rushing to finish work and get on the bike.
I LOVE mountain biking. I really do. I’d love to be up on the moors tonight on my bouncy bike whilst the sun goes down, but to do so involves either a ride with a lot of road work to get somewhere good or it involves getting in the car, both of which are huge compromises to a great ride.
My road bike will get me on the moors in a matter of minutes on terrain that’s a joy to ride a road bike on rather than a means to get to the good stuff. I’m lucky. My local lanes are quiet. I can “get away from it all” easily even if I stay on the roads.
So today I am torn. I want to ride my mountain bike. I like riding my mountain bike. The thought of tearing up the dry trails whilst the sun goes down puts a huge smile on my face.I’ll be gutted if I miss the opportunity of taking in the Sun and dust on my MTB. It’s just that I know that whilst I’m slogging along the road on my draggy full susser, bound for the good stuff, I may well be wishing I was seeing a lot more, a lot quicker, on my road bike.
#FirstWorldProblem