I am slow, just ask anyone I ride with, they will tell you
If you are here, reading this, you can see that I have gotten back to writing on the website. It has been kind of a long road to get to this spot. But I realize I have more I want to say and write about. It has also occurred to me that I have a large collection of memories that I should get down on paper.
I love reading other people recollections of the lives they lived. Whether absolute fact, rose colored reflections or outright lies, they all have some value. Our world is changing so fast, the things we take for granted as everyday occurrences will, in some not too distant future, seem strange and exotic.
If someone will be interested in reading my history someday, who knows? But it doesn’t really much matter. I write for my own gratification. I am not ashamed to admit it. I have written for other people, or tried to, and it simply had no attraction for me. I had the idea to start getting these recollections down in some organized form. Then I realized I already had so much of it here on the website, I should just get the site up to date and continue here, for my own gratification if nothing else.
Perhaps you know that I have ridden and raced all over the world. No, I have never made any real claim as to being fast. As much as anything else, I am just determined and persistent. Work at something long enough and you will become better at it. For me, the biggest thrills have come from the opportunities to ride alongside some of my heroes. Or perhaps it would be more appropriate to say that I ride behind them. I am slow. But I do have a bunch of trophies and medals that attest to my ability to get to the finish line.
I am so slow that all of my riding buddies and even some of my tour clients can just barely stand to ride with me. Why do they do it, because I am the one who knows where I am going! I am the one who has prepared everything for a seamless ride. Plus, when it comes to finding trail, I am like a bloodhound on a coon trail. I have an almost second sense about where to go looking for good stuff to ride.
At times I have a second sense for other things too. More than once someone behind me has commented, that by the way I changed lines and slowed, it almost seemed like I knew that car was coming around the corner in the wrong lane.
As a trail guide in Baja, I ride slow and with caution at all times. And it drives my buddies crazy, so much so that they really begin to believe I am not very fast. I am sure they wonder why the even ride with me. Few months back my mate and I got separated a Y intersection in the road. I knew he had gotten in front of my, but he did not know it. Following along, watching his tire track in the road, I could tell he was riding full steam (oddly there was one other fresh track that he mistook for mine). I could only wonder where he would finally stop, because I could tell he thought I had somehow gapped him and he was desperate to catch me as I am normally so slow. The farther he went, the more confused he got about the situation. He continued on until he got to our normal taco stand and finally realized the situation.
A while back one of my buddies calls me. Seems he was meeting a new client and they got on the subject of riding. My friend starts talking about some of his racing and riding in Baja. In the conversation, he mentioned riding with me. “Strangest thing”, he says “this guy seems to think you are famous! In fact I had a bit of difficulty convincing him that I know you and we ride together. Then he was falling all over me, telling me how great it is that I get to do that. Are you famous? I mean I know you have done some stuff, but why would this guy seem to know all kinds of details about you?”
Now it has happened on occasion that these same go fast riding buddies of mine and I have been lined up in races together. And almost without exception the outcome shows that there is quite a difference between simply riding fast for fun and getting to the finish line first. But those memories are typically short lived. Fastest man is the always the one who just handed a face full of roost his buddies on the trail today.