Once again I’m sitting on my husbands’ beat up Specialized Rock Hopper mountain bike. Why? Seriously. Why? I guess it’s the camaraderie found on two-wheels. We’re heading out on the trail near Fruita, Colorado, and once again I’m the second to last rider amongst a bike posse of 14. Rolling over the bits of slick rock and sand, I’m finding my balance after weeks of not biking. I can tell we’re close to the end of the trail and figure the good riders are probably onto the next trail.