Hesitancy, a stumble at the start. Did they notice? Of course they did. No recovering from that one. Smile and act casual, as if I meant to stop at that rock. Be cool. That’s right. Oh, the curves…they are so lovely. I follow their gentle curves and smile. My confidence grows. I am struck by their beauty. Their patches of purple whose tips I brush fill me with a rush of adrenaline. Surely I do not deserve this. I hesitate, and falter. Slow and stumble. One of us is going to get hurt and I doubt it will be you, with your welcoming promiscuous ways. You’ve seen much better than me, no doubt. And I can’t help blushing and falling for your charms. It hurts, but no blood. I can learn a thing or two from you. I will learn your contours better in the next few weeks, so close and alluring. Classic. You give a girl as single-track mind.
Saturday, July 9, 2011
First ride in Crested Butte, up Bud’s Trail, down Gothic Road to Lower Loop and back into town on the single-track connector.
7 miles or so?