Tonight we wrap up a few days at the Pocahontas State Park outside of Richmond, VA. We’ve had a great few days here with sunny days, campfires, bike riding, and brilliant sunsets.
As a pre-teen I was heavy into BMX bikes - not racing but just running around the neighborhood on with friends. We built our own bikes, buying parts with saved allowances and modifying bikes that had formerly had banana seats and chrome fenders with new handlebars, knobby tires, and number plates (you had to have a unique number among your friends, I was “9”).
Somewhere as a teenager I got tall, and could no longer fit on a 20” BMX bike. Having no other alternative I moved on to road bikes and at age 16 bought a new Bridgestone 12 speed (a few years back I pulled that bike out of storage and it’s what is hanging off the back of the trailer on this trip).
What I somehow missed was the whole mountain bike thing - while MsBoyink and I actually owned a couple when we first got married we never actually rode them off-road, and I thought they made terrible road bikes (I got talked in a small frame so was always riding hunched over).
All this to say - this weekend Data and I rode some of the mountain bike trails here in the park, and I had a blast. Data was on his mountain bike, and I was rockin’ the $80 Wal-Mart women’s comfort bike that MsBoyink rides (figuring it was a better choice than my skinny-tired road bike).
The trails were twisty, turny, with logs and rocks and dips and whoop-de-doos and I haven’t had that much fun on a bike since I was the wheelie king of Edmeer Street in Holland, MI. We were out for almost 3 hours and hardly touched the available trails here in the campground. At one point we were trying to figure out where we were on a map and a knight in shining armor came to our rescue. Well, maybe his armor didn’t shine, and maybe he wasn’t a knight, but he was dressed in a medieval outfit and carrying a wooden sword and shield, He also had big wide-eyes that, along with the hood, made think of Marty Feldman in Bride of Frankenstein. We also saw an archer, and on riding out a sign with the word “Valor” on it - we assumed a re-enactment of some sort was going on. I think Data and I were just too surprised to think to ask the guy about it or grab a photo.
I came back exhausted (and am still feeling it today). Data did great on the ride and loved it as well- only once did I see an endo start but he quickly corrected. Otherwise any time we were in the campground and he wasn’t doing chores, eating, or schoolwork he was rolling back into the woods on his bike.
MsBoyink has been wanting a better bike and I think we may look for a true mountain bike in a size that works for both of us. With the quad-cycle project all done I think this may be the father-son hobby I’ve been looking for.