That’s what Kevin says when we decide to do a quick spin around Lower Loop. He leads me through an aspen grove full of the most prolific Columbine patch I’ve ever seen. His intimate knowledge of the curves leaves me behind, his loving sweeps contrasting with my stuttering brakes along the curvy trail. Flow requires intimate knowledge of body, bike, and trail. I’m getting better at the first two but lacking the latter. His gorgeous riding is my envy and desire, a movement made natural by what must be known and felt, learned and embodied.
Thursday, July 14, 2011