Until recently I had always put my mountain bike on the car, driven my car, then gone riding. It occurred to me that it was a bit strange to place one mode of transportation on top of another in order to then use the first mode of transportation. Why didn’t I ever just ride to ride instead of driving to ride? In response, I’ve made a pseudo-pledge this summer to try to “ride to ride.” So far, I’ve done it three times, and although it takes more time and effort, it’s been rewarding.
The best instance occurred yesterday, when I rode with a friend up to a local trail called the “Whoopdee Ride”. Getting to the ride involved a 45-minute intense hill climb on a super-steep road. As we were climbing and I was cursing my friend, the hill, and everything else, another rider came down the hill. Evidently, he had also climbed from town to ride the Whoopdee. As he blew by he shouted, “Hey, good for you, another Super-Whoopdee rider.” This one passing comment made the entire climbing agony worth it for me. I’d never heard of a “Super Whoopdee” rider, but at that moment it felt good to be one.