In one morning of selfish indulgence, I motored down to Fort Worth to tour some of the prime trails along the Trinity River. It was selfish indulgence for a variety of reasons, a few of which are listed below.
An Hour Away
Since moving to Denton County, almost none of my rides involve packing the bike and driving to another start location for a bicycle ride. This has been an amazing privilege. The habit of starting from home has been so well-rehearsed that driving south an hour felt indulgent.
Seeing New Sights
As privileged as I am to live and ride where I do, I occasionally long to ride in other locations and see things I am not able to see on a typical ride. Knowing that Fort Worth has some nice trails along the river, and that I could overlap riding on these trails with rolling through an urban environment had a definite appeal.
Enlisting a Tour Guide
The biggest selfish indulgence of all was pressing fellow north Texas blogger Myles of Rat Trap Press into service as a tour guide. I don’t remember the exact conversation, but it probably went something like this…
Me – “I’m coming to Fort Worth to ride in your neighborhood on Saturday, June 27.”
Myles – “Okay”
Me – “I’ll need you to drop whatever you have planned to show me around for a couple of hours.”
Myles – “Sure”
Myles is just that kind of nice guy. However, just because I imposed on him, doesn’t mean you should.
Instead of trying to find a place to park in a foreign land and riding around in places I have no business riding (while missing all the noteworthy areas), I had a knowledgable, local tour guide on two wheels. It doesn’t get any better for the selfish indulgent bicycle tourist.
What About the Tour?
Myles knew all about how to find the quietest, low traffic urban roadways. He must have spent hours pouring over maps, preparing the perfect mix of roads and trails, centers of commerce, and peaceful park land. We toured older neighborhoods with houses designed and constructed with real personality and threaded our way through blocks of sky-scrapers.
It all started here at the agreed meeting place.
Then we headed into downtown.
My tour guide was well-prepared. I didn’t ask him, but I’m guessing he had a first aid kit in that rear bag in case I skinned my knee or felt a little woozy in the Texas summer heat.
He pointed out various scenic and historic architecture, as well as local flora and fauna.
He showed me the local feral cat colony.
Myles told me about bikes he has bought and refurbished in the past. He told me about future bike project aspirations. Even today, he was riding a really cool bike…
…and being the consumate professional that he is, he let me ride it.
He took a photo of me for the family at one of the “don’t-miss” sites. I probably would have avoided the city streets, stayed exclusively on the trail, and never found this place by myself.