I took for granted riding both days this past weekend at the same spot; with Croom’s more than 2,600 acres, I don’t think I hit the same trail twice (at least not on purpose.) It’s one thing to complain about Florida that there’s not a lot of areas to ride but, like one of my riding buddies said, “If that’s the worst thing we’re doing pretty good.”
Spider patrol on Saturday
I spent Saturday tearing up the trails with my friend of at least 15 years and his Pops, who used to battle years ago with my dad in the Old Fast Guys class. We got to the gate by the time the park opened at 8 a.m. and I thought we would be the only ones there, but a few other diehards showed up early to try and beat the heat. We played follow the leader with my friend, and later his dad, always leading the way (on spider patrol.) Dodging vines, Pops snaked us through the brush, saying he was trying to “stay off the trails,” which are mostly worn and whooped out. At one of our breaks, he said, “Man, you ride the s**t out of these woods, girl.”
Mission accomplished. We rode until noon and then I headed to Orlando for a quick visit with the mother before waking up bright and early Sunday and heading back to Croom for day 2.
Sunday started off with a long warmup ride with my girl who I used to urban bicycle ride with; she showed up to ride my 125 and get some seat time in, having just started riding dirt bikes (at the ripe age of 48!) I was grateful since I can’t ride both of my bikes at once and the 125 needed to run; plus it’s always cool to see a girl on a bike. She kept apologizing for being slow but I told her not to worry and that I was proud of her – she was a natural with great form from all of her years of racing stand-up Jet Skis and riding mountain bikes. “Smooth is fast, remember,” I told her, “Fast is smooth.”
Me and Cathy at Croom.
After Cathy left, I met up with some of the fast guys who are racing this weekend’s enduro – my first race of the year – and we hammered out a few laps around this tight, marked trail. Taking a breather at one of our breaks, I heard them echo, “You’re fast,” talking to me.
“That’s all I needed to hear,” I joked.
“I bet you crash a lot though,” one of them said.
I smiled. “Crash or win.”
“Reflect upon your present blessings, of which every man has plenty; not on your past misfortunes, of which all men have some.”
– Charles Dickens