|Top Flats of Shadow Run|
I like to think they were Cicadas. No dis against crickets, but the head-filling sound of Cicadas fit the zen feel of a solo ride better. I had no wheel to chase, nor any spinning hubs behind me. After the battery died on my Ipod an hour into my solo ride at Versailles State Park in Indiana, I was bummed at the loss of my mountain biking soundtrack. Then I realized, the woods have a soundtrack all their own. It was me, the wind, the kayaker down below on the creek that feeds the lake and the Cricket-adas.
Riding well below donkey wheezing pace, I had time to listen closer and tune-in the harmonies of the bugs. I could afford to peer over the edge of the Cliffside trail and check out the dead fallen trees bridging the ravine. I filled up my phone’s memory bank with photos. I thought to stop and snap a photo of the trail in the “v” of two trees, but the flow was too good. At the next intersection, I smiled wiping a cobweb from my face. I was the first rider of the day on the Grandview loop.
|Deadfall on Cliffside|
I love riding with friends and teammates, but here comes the but. I enjoy the solo ride too. I like to ride my pace of the day, stop when I want to stop, hammer when I feel punchy. If you need a natural break, you pull over at the next big tree and don’t have to dig deep to claw back on the train. With a song in my head, “Save Me San Francisco” by Train, I whistled and rode the flow of the Shadow Run loop.
|Interesting Tree at the Time|
Back at my truck, I ran into a friend headed out for a solo ride of his own. As he made a last tweak on his bike, I raved about my ride and run to Bill. It was Sunday. I think we were both at church. A solo ride is always refreshing and redeeming for the soul.