The first thing he told me was that I needed to learn the basic riding skills first. My bike riding coach, Coach Roach was the meanest of all the humans I have ever met. His cold stare could kill a flying ant that goes past his roving eyes.
Are you having that antsy feeling? That old feeling which is making you feel a bit agitated–willing to get out the front door and once again take nature by surprise.
Everyone has a crazy story. Some of them are funny, and others are scary, why some are just an unholy mix of both. I wouldn’t exactly know what category to place mine in, but I think that’s up to you to decide at the end of the story. It all started on a blazing hot weekend in Texas. No, wait a minute, I think I’ll rather say it started about two years ago when I first bought a mountain bike. Most stories are like that—they have a beginning which usually starts with one tiny detail, and then slowly builds up into whatever the end would look like.
“I just lubed up my chain too,” Smith said to Julie, the squeak of each peddle grating her nerves.