My parents live about an hour outside of Austin in an area called the Lost Pines. You don't really think of trees when you think of Texas (at least I don't!), but this area is nothing but forest. So yesterday, I thought I'd just ride around the forest roads... What I did not realize was that the roads are NOTHING BUT HILLS.
Have I mentioned I have not yet mastered the art of skid stopping? Or should I say HAD not mastered it - these hills whipped me into shape in no time.
It may not look bad from this angle, but just take my word for it.
I stopped to die for a minute at a clearing in the woods.
There was some Deliverance shit happening nearby...There was a slew of roosters being tortured, or fighting, or screaming or something. I'm pretty positive I also heard a banjo. Then, this duo on a tandem randomly stopped on the road EXACTLY in front of me. One of them was blind - literally. I leaped out of the forest to introduce myself...and then rode to the city for the ladies' night ride.
Midwesterners, take note: sleeveless + sunny in January. What are we doing?!