You know you've had a good ride when...

[flombe]

...you get home and your 9 YO daughter says you "smell like burnt potatoes and bacon!"

[Wolfchimp]

you get home, pull off your gear and it's covered in three substances....mud, blood, and sweat! :D Good Times!!!

[Tex]

you get home before your wife gets home from running errands, and she has no idea that you did three laps at Theo, and still mananged to get most of the lawn raked :banana:

[Danimal]

You know you've had a good ride when....
<HR style="COLOR: #cccccc" SIZE=1><!-- / icon and title --><!-- message -->You can't feel your legs, your butt, or your dingie.

[gopherhockey]

your lights are just starting to fade... and there is beer and popcorn balls in the lot.

[Cake_in_Dlth]

....Your hands are stuck in a claw-like grip for days, your helmet is nothing but a strap and styrofoam chunkies, and your wife has to chisel the glasses off your muddy-ass face. Oh yeah, Your wife looks at you with a smile (and scantly clothed) and says" I figured your day went well so I already ordered a new helmet, gloves, and rims for you, it's your hobby I don't mind us spending money on things you love XOXOX" Ya right!!:cheesy:

[jjrsds]

When you plan all year for a ten day trip. Fruita baby here we come.

[Trevize1138]

Even a bad day riding is better than a good day working. :)

[Paul Swenson]

you get home before your wife gets home from running errands, and she has no idea that you did three laps at Theo, and still mananged to get most of the lawn raked :banana:

Or conversely your wife is mad and asks what the hell took you so long but you don't care because you're grinning like the cheshire cat.:D

[Burke]

you start your ride from your front door and are prepared for anything, which you inevitably encounter.

another favorite is when you ride to the point of extreme hunger, but don't bonk. sometime, ask me about the licorice on the trail...

[gopherhockey]

... its all over and the group can't stop talking and laughing about the many adventures you had that day.

[jitterjepp]

For me its when I roll into a parking lot somewhere in the middle of nowhere at about 1am after 100+ miles. I curse my bike. I curse my camel back and my aching sholders. I load everything up, get into my car, close the door say "man, that was a sweet ride" and fall asleep in the parking lot with Art Bell talking to some freaks about Big Foot and Alien invaders on AM radio.


Heaven is a never ending line of single track that winds and flows up and down hills through midwestern forests, southwestern deserts, rocky mountains, cascading volcanoes, Appalacion hills and the small patches of land between southeastern swamps. There is a pub full of mountain bikers every fifty miles with food and the girlfriend is with me and loves to ride as much as I do. My dog is there too riding a 29'er and he's as much faster than we thought...
whoa...
Back to reality! My dog is a Shetland Sheepdog and he's only about a foot tall! He's on a 12 inch bike instead but his little legs move so fast he can still keep up and schools us with some of his new dog tricks.

[TML]

with Art Bell talking to some freaks about Big Foot and Alien invaders on AM radio.



Excellent. Aint no better late night listenin'. Especially when road trippin' on a lonely road far from home. :alien::)

[berrywise]

You get back to the trail head and you're legs don't have one ounce of energy left in em and the one ounce of energy left in your arm get's the cap off your beer bottle....

[manual63]

When you plan all year for a ten day trip. Fruita baby here we come.

Yep!! :banana: