| LIFE Camping in dry tortugas

[Rsedge72]

And yes, I do this often.

The healing gets slower each time though!!!



I haven’t “biked” a trail in years!!! I didn’t go often, but would go a 5-6 times a year.

UWF had some really good trails here in p’cola. They still have a few but most of the bigger better ones, are now apartments for the university and eateries/coffee shops…

I’d kill myself now!!!!!

 

[TerryP]

The healing gets slower each time though!!!

I didn't know I had that muscle...reoccurring theme the last few hours.

I was chatting with a friend a few minutes ago, Geofferey and he said, "the sad thing here is you were sober, weren't you?"

Yeah...stone cold.

And the stones I landed on (thankfully not mine) were cold. It was sobering.

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Here's one of those stupid, crazy, but true life experiences.

I could call a place like Carvana and have a new car delivered tomorrow. I order a bicycle, which takes around seven days to arrive, and I have to drive a half of an hour just to pick it up.

Yes. This is not a $99 dollar bike you can pick up at Walmart. But, fact remains...

I can buy a car, and have it delivered...I can buy a gun...more quickly than I can buy and receive a bike.

 

[Krimson]

I wiped out majorly today on wet leaves riding through the park trail...sitting here looking at a sprained wrist. It's black. I'm horizontal on the trail...looking at the ground, saying, "this isn't going to end well." I was seven, or eight miles in...

My wrist isn't broken. But hell...it hurts. I'm sitting here staring at it typing with one hand.

I would ride the same trail tomorrow.

I'll bet ya...rode this trail 200+ times...

That looks like fun in my 20s and 30s , wrecks hurt too bad in late 40s.

 

[TerryP]

That looks like fun in my 20s and 30s , wrecks hurt too bad in late 40s.

I'm in my ... half of a century span.

And, it's still fun. Three, four times a week I bike there and then ride the trail.

 

[footballer]

I quit riding my dirt bike in my middle 40's. i would ride the trails, dirt roads and power lines near my house after work, usually alone. I was just getting too stupid. Scared myself a time or two, hurt my shoulder on one fall. What if I were to break my leg or foot a couple of miles down in the woods? With no phone. Up shit creek without a paddle. It was time to give it up.