As the group showed up at the later time to ride with the head SQUARE, he was a NO SHOW. Had the SQUIGGLE pushed him to his breaking point? Where in the HALE was he? After making calls and texts, the group had no other choice but to Adventure-cise.
As one SQUIGGLE rider expresses it:
I miss the trees whizzing by in my periphery. I miss the constant mental stimulation - the dozens of small, quick decisions necessary to keep moving forward uninterrupted. I long for the fresh air in my lungs. The breeze against my face. The sun on my skin. I want to smell the flowers, the trees, and the grass. I need to feel it all. I crave the adventure.
And each ride is an adventure.
Whether I'm riding the same old route or blazing a new trail, I never really know what I may encounter. I might spot a family of deer crossing the path or a wild turkey strutting in a clearing. I may discover a new place to eat or grab a tasty micro brew. I can explore forgotten little towns that haven't changed much since their railroad heydays. My mind might even be tricked into believing that I'm riding through unspoiled marshes, savannas, prairies, and woods when in reality, I'm never more than a mile from all too familiar suburbia.
I don't want to exercise - I want to adventure-cise!
I want to stimulate all my senses while I push my body to its physical limits. I want to relax my mind as I activate my imagination. I want to fuel my rides with adrenaline - the excitement and anticipation of what lies ahead, the uncertainty of what comes next. I want physical exercise to be a byproduct of fun - not its antithesis. I don't want to simulate - I want to experience.
YIPPY SKIPPY
Where in the HALE are you?
Don't you just love Mt. Olympus!
If you look hard you can see TWO TEMPLES
Land of Adventure-cise
Say HELLO to OLD friends
Say HELLO to NEW friends!
Gunsite Canyon
The Power of the Mountains
There's a NEW Pro in Town
BEST DRESSED
Mr. GQ
Mr. GQ