Did you take that photo or Mitch, cause it is really good! Not only can you ride road, mountain, downhill, cx, and LOGS, but you can point a camera perty done good too. Sweet!
MOD orginal, I've takin' a ton of this bridge. It's just so damn cool. Every time I see it I want to climb it. But I'm too much of wuss!
MOd that bidge was behind my house growing up. There was no I-29 or houses behind ours. Don't be a wuss I used to jump off it when I was a kid. Of course I wouldn't do it now! Heck I don't even like it when my bike tires are off the ground. As Tomac once said " if your in the air your not racing"I live by that motto....
We used to cross that bridge from Carter Lake to see our girls in CB. They still used the bridge back then. You could ride across on your bike. There were three spots that would eat your tire and send you OTB. Hard to see in the dark with a train coming up behind you. Jumping off and ending up at the marina was it too. Ever surf the icebergs Jimmy?!?
I don't know about jumping of it! you need to change your motto to MOTO Jim. 'Cuz like the salsa guys say "If it ain't moto it's worthless!!!"
Day three ended perfectly. I didn't have a camera, so let me try to paint the picture. Road ride (gasp) from Ameristar to Wabash trail head, via Manawa. Left the parkinglot around 6. It was cool in the trees and I thought I'd be in for a chilly ride. Ah, not tonight. A warm breeze was my companion. The sky was big and blue with drizzles of white frosting clouds that seemed to drain right into the sun. Riding east, I had to crane my neck so I wouldn't miss anything. The wheat field just before the sports complex was golden tan; the stalks swaying gently. Riding past the many soccer players, I was not envious of their play. Only glad they were outdoors, like me. Grrr, traffic. I'll fast forward to Manawa, where the cottonwoods are at their peek. Tall and golden-yellow like they'd just been dabbed in paint, they greeted me with their familiar scent as I crossed the footbridge to the park. Upon my entry, the sun slipped between the aspens, casting long shadows across the trail. So many colors. Needless to say it was a slow ride as I took in the sights and sounds and smells. I only turned around due to the dimming light but when I did, I knew it was going to be spectacular. The horizon was burning with neon pink and orange, fading into lavander and a crazy robin's egg blue. As I approached the Lewis and Clark musuem, I looked back at the hills and to my wonderment the moon had just crested and it was huge! So I did a lap around the parking lot and watched the moon rise. The east sky slowly turned a bluish plum and stars started to appear. I knew it was time to head back. As I did dusk bid me one last farewell, washing the day away it a windbath.
Great story Roxz, as the saying goes.Is this heaven?No, it's Iowa............
I'm glad to see everyones gettin' out
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