Every biker has that story. The ride that was supposed to be easy… chill… relaxing. Yeah, this is not that story.
Let me tell you about The Ride That Betrayed Me.
It Started So Innocent…
The plan was simple:
“Let’s go for a quick 10km ride. Just stretch the legs.”
Sunny weather. Good mood. Full water bottle. Vibes = 100%.
What could go wrong?
(foreshadowing intensifies…)
The “Shortcut” Disaster
My friend (aka Captain Confident) goes:
“Hey, I know a shortcut!”
Me, like a fool:
“Cool, let’s try it!”
5 minutes in = dirt road.
10 minutes in = mud.
15 minutes in = cows staring at us like “y’all lost huh?”
Maps? No signal.
Us? Regret.
The Uphill Struggle
Out of nowhere — surprise hill. Not a cute baby hill. A wall.
My legs: “Abort mission.”
My brain: “We trained for this!”
Reality: We did NOT train for this.
Halfway up, we’re walking the bikes like defeated warriors.
The Plot Twist
Finally reached the top. Beautiful view.
Also beautiful:
- 1% battery on my phone
- 0% clue where we were
- 100% hungry
That’s when it hit us — this is no longer a 10km ride.
This is survival mode.
The Sweet Sweet Downhill (aka Reward Time)
The downhill after the suffering?
Glorious.
Wind in my face. Screaming like a little kid. Almost hit a squirrel (he survived, I promise).
This moment alone made all the struggle worth it.
The Final Boss: Getting Home
We ended up biking way farther than planned.
Mud on our clothes. Legs shaking. Phones dead. Laughing like maniacs because honestly… what a ride.
Total distance?
Not 10km.
Closer to 35km.
Moral of the Story?
Never trust “short rides.” They have a sneaky way of turning into epic adventures (or disasters… same thing really).
And always bring:
- Extra snacks
- Fully charged phone
- Sense of humor
- Friends crazy enough to go with you
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