Originally Posted by singletrackmind
I talk to my legs, arms, shoulders, brain and all the other body parts when I'm riding. Someone's gotta keep them all motivated but only the brain falls for the dark chocolate, wine, cheese and bread scam.
The bike I talk to before and after the ride, or if it does something I'm not expecting, like the sidewall blowout the other day.
I save most of the conversation to my 23 month old son, who rides in the trailer without complaint for as much as 5 hours at a time. How did I get so darned lucky??? :)