I hadn’t seen any lightning for a while and my adrenalin tank needed filling; the singletrack was calling. So like a kid running out into a dodgeball game, I crouched low on my bike and rode out into the field. I mounted my bike, but the handles were twisted to one side and the chain was off as well. I used one foot to stride my bike forward, weaving like a drunkard, somehow coasteing off the mesa to the safety of the trees. I sat for probably around half an hour while the lightning continued to shower down around me.