A Halloween night in the cold valley accounted for next to nobody in the area and it was amazing.
Actually I went so far without seeing anybody when I finally came across some poor guy I had to stop and pinch his face to see if he was real. The way he reacted to me stopping my bike and pinching him on his right cheek was quite awkward.
I was just oddly happy to see someone.
It was a Go Trail trailhead start in Terwillegar as I parked on the road just up the paved path. A gang of teenagers were eyeing me at a bus stop making wonder if I was gonna get harassed and I gave them the half nod and smile when one said "what's up?"
Instantly I thought I was super cool and replied "oh nothing.. just hanging. You know..." while leaning on my Honda Civic.
The way the kids reacted was quite awkward.
Not a lot of energy again to start out and had to take a few breaks as the heart was giving her. With my terrible imagination I almost start panicking sometimes but surprisingly I am smart enough to keep it together. Thoughts of just collapsing and dying right there on the trail do go through my troubled mind.
Obviously once the ride gets going it goes away. It's a pretty fucking creepy feeling though, especially on a cold darkish Halloween night.
I rode and found Clamland (is that the name?) and ventured further into Patricia Ravine not thinking about the coming darkness and felt I should turn back quickly. On the way back I hit the Flat Pete's and the Log one and it was quite amaze. Best bike moment in a while. The incoming darkness made things a bit menacing. Scaring a White Tail which in turn scared me was quite downright bloody cool.
The moments you get on rides sometimes. Bikes fuckin rule. Aside from all that heart rate death bullshit.
