Ride Until the Cows... Block the Road.

I’ve been going big all week trying to get some of my winter fat to burn off. Today I did about 90 miles north of Boulder in the new west. The further north of Boulder you ride the demographics definitely start to change. Boulder is… well, Boulder, and as you ride north you start enter cowboy country. There are tons of beautiful ranches nestled in the foothills at the base of the Rockies. You’ll see the classic cowboy on his horse rounding the cattle in one field and in the next you’ll see them on four wheelers. There are also a lot of horse ranches where, if you’re lucky, you’ll see a pretty cowgirl jumping those bar things on her horse. Today I got to see it all and none of them tried to run me off the road in their big truck. Instead, three big black cows decided they were going to mess with me. The four wheeler version was trying to move them to a new pasture but for some reason they wanted to stand in the middle of the road. It was kind of cool; I haven't slapped a cow since my Wisconsin days. Once we got them out of the road I rode next to them as he chased them along the ditch. They were pretty fast, but no match for my Primus Mootry cross bike. While on the subject, did you know that some of the old school cowboys who actually ride horses wear bike shorts under their jeans?