It's hard to do the right thing.

I couldn’t dig up the urge to ride, and my hunkered down riding partners were no help.

The pedals had been off my bike for nearly two weeks.

It was going to rain any second.

The trails were muddy and covered in wet roots.

The relative humidity was well over 325%

I pulled the trigger.

I got a flat.

Chased by a rabid dog.

Sweat like it was August.

Spare tube leaked like a sieve.

I had a fun ride.