Mountain biking. Good exercise. Fresh air. Sore muscles.
The only bad thing is that you can get carried away. Like the time I decided to ride the snowmobile trail up in the mountains. I made it about 2 miles ( it was rough ) and a chunk of wood flipped up and got in the derailleur. Broke it clean in half. That was a long walk back.
Or how about the time I rode from the upper end of CopCo lake in Northern California to Dorris and back. 50 plus miles, about 13 of which were straight up ( or at least it seemed like it ). The route goes along the Klamath River, and out across the farmland near Dorris. I was a gorgeous ride, but I was exhausted when I got back. Great memories.
After I purchased my bike, I went to a yard sale and found a pair of saddle bags that fit just right. $10.00 .One of my better purchases.
Since I bought the bike, I have put just a little over 2000 miles on it. I would like to have more, but it takes time. It all takes time.
