Since there hasn’t been very much going on around here lately, I thought I’d take this chance to post some pics from a ride I took over Christmas vacation with my nephew – Austin, my brother – Casey, and my brother from Turkey – Bora. Bora was our foreign exchange student we were kids, and we hadn’t seen each other in 18 years. It was really great to see him again.
Well, we decided to ride at the Lions Club trail in Rolla on December 28th, and it was pretty damn cold with some ice and a little bit of snow. We hadn’t even left my parents’ house before someone had the first wreck.
Austin was just tooling around in the driveway and went down hard on a sheet of ice covered with a dusting of snow. He ripped his brand new jersey and got a few nice scrapes. I thought he was done riding for the day, but to his credit he manned-up and wanted to ride some more. So we hit the trail.
Some idiots had ridden the trail when it was muddy creating really big ruts that had frozen solid. The trail in Rolla is not that great to begin with, so this made it even less fun to ride. When we came up to a dirt bank we decided to make our own fun. As Napoleon Dynamite has said, “Ever take your bike off any sweet jumps?” Well, that’s what we decided to do for the next hour or so, and it was a blast. Below we see Austin’s attempt at getting some sick air:
I’m not sure what happened, but Austin wiped out… Again. He went down pretty hard, and I thought he had hurt himself.
Once again, I thought he was done for the day. To my surpise, he hopped up and was ready to go. We were all proud of him.
All of us tried getting some righteous airtime, but we pretty much suck at jumping our bikes. But it was just so much fun!
I know the saying is: “Like Father, Like Son.” In this case, though, I think it should be: “Like Son, Like Father.” Casey somehow managed to butcher the landing and wiped out.
Somehow, Casey managed to land with his throat on the only stump in the vicinity of the landing area. He had to have had both hands and both feet completely behind his back when he landed, because the stump was only 5 inches high. Unbelievable.
Although I didn’t crash, there was a fairly large patch of thorns where we had to land our bikes. If you didn’t get on the brakes in time, then you ended up in the thorns. Well, I went deep into the thorns once and came out looking like this:
Not to be outdone by his “little” brothers, Bora got in on the action, too. He was riding my 500 pound Rockhopper, though, so it was very difficult to get any air.
Like, I said… We aren’t the greatest at jumping our bikes, but it was really a lot of fun trying. We didn’t get a killer training ride in, but sometimes it’s just nice to screw around on your bike and have some fun.
After an hour and a half of trying to get more air, we decided to head back to my parents’ house. We showered and ate dinner. When I went into the bathroom a few hours later, I was looking at the scab on my nose created by my run-in with the thorns. I realized something was wrong, and I picked at the scab with my fingernail. This is what I discovered:
So, there you have it. It was great riding with my brother and nephew from NY that I only get to see a couple of times each year, and it was also great to ride with my brother from Turkey that I only see once every two decades. So even if we didn’t go very far, and even if we are terrible at getting sweet air, we had fun riding our bikes together. And that, my friends, is what it’s all about.