Mmmmmm.... Dirt.

We are a couple of losers don'tcha know? We had never been to the kettles, so we figured why not go check it out on the first off road Saturday of the year. It seems that all of the off roading types from the Milwaukee metro area had the same idea, so we got to see a bunch of those folks. I got my first exposure to the trail system from the vantage point of Ron's wheel, which is to say I didn't exactly get to relax and take in the view. The place was in great shape, and it is a really cool trail system (duh, says the entire upper Midwest). The signage is set up in such a way that even a dumb ass such as myself can't get lost. Ron came over after my first turn out and coughed up a Mt. Dew to reward my mid-winter reading comprehension skills (I didn't remember that until much later, but I was pretty sure I wasn't being rewarded for barely hanging on to what was probably his lazy day pace.) Sheri explored the trails with her new sled for awhile while Rowan and I worked on riding without the training wheels and playing some kickball. Afterward I got to head out again for a solo blue loop hoping to find my single speedy legs out there somewhere. Unfortunately it doesn't seem like they stay over the winter even if you ride a lot, they have to pop up and grow again like tulips. Speaking of tulips, another sign the off road racin' season is upon us: the truck smells heavily of heinous anus biker ass again. Ahhhh, spring.