Ooookay so I ate too much. It was good, it was too damn good and I ate to much. Any of you that have known me long enough know that I'm prone to eating to the point of moaning in discomfort all the while being wholly satisfied with a job well done. Problem is, I really, really had every intention of grazing slowly and giving myself time to digest everything, to put something (anything) down on paper. Instead it's been somewhere over a month since my last post and little to no writing has occurred in that span, I've just been gorging myself on all that is living the life of ripping bikes all over central Mexico. All times consuming, no time digesting. But GD am I satisfied.
So that's it, my final race here in MX was last Saturday and a rip it was. Great times with great people and a slightly different spin as this was a 5 stage Enduro race (I've done only DH races to this point). As per usual we ended up indulging in more than a few adult beverages after the race and saw ourselves to one hell of a good time through sundown and into the night. It was a perfect ending to a very fortunate 2 months of racing without major incident either on or off the bike. I had a few minor brushes including a broken thumb, bribing some pinche transit police in CDMX, and a small moto accident in the city. Mtn bike racing isn't the safest sport and anything can happen so I consider myself lucky to have only a handful of scrapes and bruises to show for a solid 2 months of shred. On f'ing shred!
I suppose the satisfied part stems from the fact that I'm positive I made the most of the opportunity I maneuvered for. Mountain biking has been a love of mine that has quite honestly known no parallel and I knew that before I hung up the bike for the foreseeable future I had to give it one last rip here in Mexico. I also knew that it would serve as a vehicle to connect me with the real people of Mexico. The belief that a shared love of riding would set up an instant understanding and trust proved true. The list of thank-you's and IOU's is too long to even embark on so suffice to say I'm certain I will find myself back here down the road doing my best to repay the debt of generosity I owe to these folks. And man, it's emotional, I don't own a bike now. For the first time in 20+ years I don't own a fucking bike. (That was really shitty to write)...... Moving on.
So we're off. It's just Rita (moto), the Lacsa (surfboard), and me cruising south from here trying to get this journey started in earnest. There's no telling what the future holds but after my first day of surfing, great coffee, fresh fruit, and cold beer I feel good about it. I'll do my best to digest a little more, maybe even at a similar rate to which I consume. I doubt it, but I'll try.
Oh, and my phone gets turned off in a week, that's big news that shouldn't be, so there's that. Cheers aryebody!!
So that's it, my final race here in MX was last Saturday and a rip it was. Great times with great people and a slightly different spin as this was a 5 stage Enduro race (I've done only DH races to this point). As per usual we ended up indulging in more than a few adult beverages after the race and saw ourselves to one hell of a good time through sundown and into the night. It was a perfect ending to a very fortunate 2 months of racing without major incident either on or off the bike. I had a few minor brushes including a broken thumb, bribing some pinche transit police in CDMX, and a small moto accident in the city. Mtn bike racing isn't the safest sport and anything can happen so I consider myself lucky to have only a handful of scrapes and bruises to show for a solid 2 months of shred. On f'ing shred!
I suppose the satisfied part stems from the fact that I'm positive I made the most of the opportunity I maneuvered for. Mountain biking has been a love of mine that has quite honestly known no parallel and I knew that before I hung up the bike for the foreseeable future I had to give it one last rip here in Mexico. I also knew that it would serve as a vehicle to connect me with the real people of Mexico. The belief that a shared love of riding would set up an instant understanding and trust proved true. The list of thank-you's and IOU's is too long to even embark on so suffice to say I'm certain I will find myself back here down the road doing my best to repay the debt of generosity I owe to these folks. And man, it's emotional, I don't own a bike now. For the first time in 20+ years I don't own a fucking bike. (That was really shitty to write)...... Moving on.
So we're off. It's just Rita (moto), the Lacsa (surfboard), and me cruising south from here trying to get this journey started in earnest. There's no telling what the future holds but after my first day of surfing, great coffee, fresh fruit, and cold beer I feel good about it. I'll do my best to digest a little more, maybe even at a similar rate to which I consume. I doubt it, but I'll try.
Oh, and my phone gets turned off in a week, that's big news that shouldn't be, so there's that. Cheers aryebody!!
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