Not a clue. Still it looks like it has all those 365 chances to give something a try…
…and that works best in groups, with friends and loved ones. I wouldn’t spend much time in the mountain if I didn’t know
someone could assist me in a moment of need. From a flat tire to a broken chain…
Even a “You can do it man” word of encouragement.
If routes are tough, long or steep, I am coming through.
I am ready.
Mountain Biking is a passion I have. Getting away for a day or two into the forest is a stress relief. Most of Mexico has a lot of mountains and hills and there are several parks where to go out. This is my bike and car at the Desierto de Los Leones.
Every year at least once my friends and I make a 50km to Tepoztlan a mystical little town through the fields
We take our bikes unassembled and put them back together at the departing spot…
The journey is a delight, having the chance to see wonderful landscapes in remote places..
This time everything went just ok! No flat tires, no one fell and it was quite fun!
At the end we made it to the little town and had lunch at this picturesque little town, with narrow roads, plenty of people and artworks..
Los Colorines is a well known restaurant where they serve the region’s food. Everything was perfect.
“There are few joys in life that equal a good conversation, a good read, a good walk, a good hug, and a good smile, or a good friend.”
The place? Tepoztlan, Morelos.
I was going on my way to Tepoztlan, a place of high hill for mountain biking and this mural came across. They are not so good photos and one is out of focus. We were on movement and the road was shaky. Nevertheless I think they are colorful and are worth a look.
*remember to double-click to enlarge.
After an injury about three months ago, doctor let me go mountain biking at last. I missed it so much!!
Mexico City is in a valley, so there are lots of mountains were you can do this sport.
I got my elbow injured and had to go to therapy. I fell at my doorstep! unbelievable!
This is the inside of an inactive volcano… The “Nevado de Toluca”. The picture was taken afar, but I was near my friend. (????)
Well, I will think harder next time! :)
One of the things I like the most is Mountain Biking, and even though I like it that much, I don’t write postS about it as much as I would like.
Between concrete and the woods is a big step. It is not the driving. It is not the distance. It is the transition.
I feel quite happy every weekend that I get to go. Must of the time we don’t have a plan on where to go, we just hit the mountain.
The road starts with the first step, or with the first pedal, perhaps… it is when I can realize that everything has a purpose, and it’s up to me to find it.
That moment is the only thing that matters.