As we finish our time here is Mesa, AZ, we have to get one more ride in McDowell Regional Park. Everything was so green and the cacti fat after all of the rain this winter. We took the Pemberton Trail counter clockwise.
A nice place for a stop about 8 miles from the trailhead.
Looking for lunch?
About 5 miles into the ride, I started having achy wrists and elbows but couldn't figure out why. My bike started making a funky noise, so I stopped to make sure the front tire was not loose. That could be ugly if it came off. After 8 miles, it was worse so I had Mike check it out and the front shock was worn out. When I would hit a bump, it would jar down but not spring back. He suggested that we head back so I wouldn't get hurt.
We had just gotten to the good stuff and after all of that uphill, I wasn't ready to give up. I tried to keep loose and hit the dips slower to avoid the jolt. This made for a little more work up the dip instead of just flowing.
Why do guys have to climb up on something for a rest stop? Climbing with clips in my shoes is a bit slick on granite. Maybe, he is trying to ditch me.
Looks like he is thinking about the good time we have had here in AZ or maybe what's for dinner.
The lounge chairs were calling us when we got back. Nothing like a catnap in the sunshine after a 16 mile desert ride and picnic lunch.