Trail time

To tonight it was time in the forest on the mountain bike, the brambles were out in force slicing at my arms and leg. 
The true indication of a summer ride. The sound of wind in your ears, the crunch of your tyres trying to find grip in the dusty trails. 
The life affirming sounds of a clicking freehub as swear words get shouted out as yet again that high hanging bramble has cut into skin again. 

Panting as you suck air into your lungs after that long climb to the top, heart racing with part exhaustion and excitement at the next heart stopping crazy down hill trail. 

Trying to remember all the bumps drops and bumps are just so you can stay upright and on your bike. 

Trying to stay loose on the bike and not death gripping the bars in terror as everything flashes past so fast. 
Biking good for the soul, the only question is should you still be doing this at 55. Hell yer it's better than sitting Infront of the TV eating chocolate.
But there is always a life line ebikes... Sod that I want to earn that up hill fight with my own legs thank you