So the next day we have rental bikes reserved at the local shop. We woke up and noticed the sky had turned from bright blue to a dingy grey. A light rain was falling and it was chilly. Since Moab only receives like six inches of rainfall a year we figured it would soon pass over.
An hour later the rain was still coming so we decided to go into town and see about the situation with our rentals. We wanted to know if we could switch to the next day, or were we stuck with the rain. Now I won't say which bike shop we went to but the girl who we were dealing with was rude as hell. Kris asked about switching our reservations and she said, "well it rains sometime here in the spring you know." This statement, said sarcastically, immediately put me on the defensive. The girl (she was no lady) continued to act put off by our very presence. Naturally I began showing my displeasure with the service by giving her sarcasm directly back to her. Finally we were on our bikes and out of the shop, thank god.
We drove a few miles up the road to access the trails in Moab. Now I haven't been on a mountain bike to actually ride off road for around 15 years but I was excited as hell. As soon as I got out onto the parking lot I was riding wheelies, running over stuff and screaming at the top of my lungs. I almost wrecked in the parking lot twice... Everyone got ready and we rode down a dirt road for a few miles into the trail system. Mike and I decided to ride a section of single track that was marked as "very difficult" and Kris went around on an easier trail to meet us. It was the most excitement I've had on a bike in years. The bikes were fully suspended with six inches of travel in the front shock and four in the rear. You could literally climb six foot tall rocks with enough speed and skill. Mike was tearing it up, I was just trying to stay upright.
We drove a few miles up the road to access the trails in Moab. Now I haven't been on a mountain bike to actually ride off road for around 15 years but I was excited as hell. As soon as I got out onto the parking lot I was riding wheelies, running over stuff and screaming at the top of my lungs. I almost wrecked in the parking lot twice... Everyone got ready and we rode down a dirt road for a few miles into the trail system. Mike and I decided to ride a section of single track that was marked as "very difficult" and Kris went around on an easier trail to meet us. It was the most excitement I've had on a bike in years. The bikes were fully suspended with six inches of travel in the front shock and four in the rear. You could literally climb six foot tall rocks with enough speed and skill. Mike was tearing it up, I was just trying to stay upright.
After the first trail we all met back up and rode miles of slick rock trails. The views were amazing and the riding was excellent. Mike and I had turns at leading the pack through the trails for hours. I can't describe the feeling of riding hard like that. It made me feel like I was a kid again. I want one of those bikes...
After the ride was over we had some beers in the parking lot and headed back into town for some burgers at the local brewery. Our waiter was the strangest person we've ever met in life. He wouldn't speak to us unless totally necessary. He wouldn't reply to our thanks, or look at us. As we were pondering the reasons he came to the table behind us and with a smile said, "my name is John, I'll be your server today, can I get some drinks started for you?" What the hell is going on here, was he just mad at us? We were thinking about questioning his motives when he returned to our table and said, "thank you for coming in, here is your check, I can take that whenever you're ready." We were speechless. No idea what was going on.
After we headed back to the campsite and had some whiskey and sevens and relaxed. My butt hurt so much from sitting on that bike seat though.
Oh yeah forgot to say that another girl who was working at the bike shop who checked the bikes out for return was also a jerk...
