I rode the Fat Tire again, 20 miles on a slow Sunday visit to the Sonoran Desert trails southeast of our house. Found myself spending more time than I wanted thinking about the stupid crims who riffed me last week. That’s okay, I gave myself permission to be pissed off and ruminate for a week. Then it’s time to move on with Life.
Saguaro cactus pictured right is unusual, the only one I’ve ever seen with this type of segmentation. Local cyclists call this one Michelin Man.
Return trip home took me up Forest Road 2091, a mostly sand and gravel road that is actually a wash. It was a good workout and also a pleasure because that fat tires provided traction and stability making it possible to ride. My other mountain bikes would just sink into the sand, the bike would come to a stop, I would have fallen over and ended up walking home.
