Last Ride of the Season
Today, a weekday, in October no less, I am heading up into
the mountains. Rain and snow be damned. I am heading up
to the eye of the needle at Rollins Pass. A place I have ridden
near many times, but have never veered off-pavement and
ridden up. Before I tell that story, I must admit something.
I am approaching the twentieth year since transplanting
myself to the great state of Colorado. This tale should be
embarrassing; but with age comes a separation from when
one believes they have to keep secrets and realizes that
sharing the truth is often more humorous and rewarding. I
can now wear my mistakes and follies like a badge of honor.
The mistakes of broken bones, roads, trails, dead-ends and
U-turns that I proudly call my life.
When I moved to Colorado in 1996 I literally thought the
streets of Denver would be unpaved dirt. Now before, any
would be editors suspect that I might be all Anti-goglin and
10 Thunder Roads Magazine® Colorado
March 2016
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