More adventures in riding.

I'm either coming down with something or I'm having an allergy attack.  One of the sucky things about getting older is the fact that your body changes and your clues aren't the same anymore.  Damn body.  Today and yesterday I didn't want to do a damn thing but I do like riding my bike and it's a good cardio exercise so I forced myself to put on a long sleeve shirt and bundle the kid up.  It was cold this morning.

It hasn't rained recently so we go on to the mudding trails and we're zipping along and having a sweaty blast.  I say a sweaty blast because I swear the temperature went up about 15 degrees within three minutes of my ride.

I see a stick in the trail and I make sure to get out of the way because I don't want a flat a mile and change away from my house with a kid and trailer to drag along.  I'm one of those crazy riders that doesn't carry the needed equipment in the trailer that has the room, as I said "crazy".

This is the stick, it was about 20-22" long and I guess I angered the stick because it decided to attack my child.  My child dodged out of the way so the stick spent all of its energy in vain.  Stupid stick.

This is the hole that said stick poked into the trailer.  Yes, that is a blanket because as I said, it was cold in the morning.  The hole is a pretty decently sized gash in the fabric, about 1/2" by 1", I majorly angered the stick.



I was thinking about taking the stick home and burning it in the fireplace to show it the consequences of trying to attack my child but then I remembered something.  It's a stick and it didn't attack my child it was just there.