Its September 1st and I feel that the entire summer has passed me by. I've been on my mountain bike twice since my accident in April, and both times turned out to be a very painful ordeal afterwards. My recovery is still making progress but I'm also coming to terms with the fact that I might never be the same again. Its a bit depressing to be honest.
I ended up selling my RSD Sergeant. I loved that bike and the short time I owned it was great, but I can't ride at that level anymore and will likely need a full suspension bike from now on due to my back (whenever it heals enough to ride again). I sold it to a long time rider who is replacing his fifteen year old GT with it, so I know it will see alot of use.
I miss the sound of my tires rolling over dirt. I miss the smell of pine needles and sand baking in the summer sunlight. I miss the sweat dripping from my helmet. I miss the quiet click and snap of a well tuned driveline. I miss the ride.
Sorry to be a downer, its just hard some days. I do have things to be happy about as well. I'm happy I'm still alive. I'm happy that I still get to see my kids grow up. I'm happy that I can still get outside in a canoe or on foot for the time being.
Ride a few miles for me next time you're out there!
The Bric...._ mountain biker, road rider, heavyweight gear abuser. Built like a brick sh*thouse. No bike is safe.