My shoulder surgery was almost two months ago, but the doc told me no riding
off road for now because it takes upwards of 8-12 weeks for the tendon to
heal down to the bone where he reattached it. The guy's a sports medicine
surgeon and a cyclist, so I am inclined to do what he tells me most of the
time. He did say riding on the road was okay, but to avoid anything too
rough on the shoulder.
Well today was just too damn nice to be a psuedo-roadie. 72 deg F, sunny,
dry trails, I couldn't pass it up. I figured I'd drag the boy wonder with
me and that would force me to keep the speed down and just take it easy. We
went to the local trails and started with the first little one mile loop of
single track. The BW actually mastered all the bridges without incident and
his confidence level shot through the roof.
The bumps and roots on the single track were a bit much on the wounded wing,
even with the fork set as soft as I could get it. So I decided we'd better
stick to the fire roads. We rode for a little over an hour and the sun was
starting to go down and BW was starting to complain about being hungry. We
"raced" back to the parking lot and I dug out the last of the granola bars
in my camelbak to feed the starving child. He looked so cool -- mud flecked
legs, gloves still on, helmet hair, and bar hanging out his mouth and a big
grin on his face. Wish I'd had a camera to capture it. A perfect example
of pure mountain bike joy. The absolute essence of what's so great about
this sport. We didn't ride all that fast, or all that crazy. But the boy
rode hard and he didn't want to stop because it was just too much damn fun.
I was just happy to be there.
Shoulder hurt like hell, despite sticking to the fire roads. I'm sure it
was just the tiny little bumps and the absolute lack of strenght in the arm.
Whatever the cause, all things are made better through chemicals. Either
way, it was well worth it to see the expression on a 9 year old kid who just
rode himself to exhaustion and loved every minute of it.
Tom