My legs are toast. King and Kong have called in sick today. Big respect to M&M for the great ride Friday, same to Powder, thanks for the huge pull on Piedmont *
S’quatch, Hi-tops, and Powder finished the job yesterday at an epic Munson outing.
Razorback kicked my ass, that has been well established by now. Instead of going back to that, I am choosing to move forward. If you have questions concerning this abomination of a trail, just holler. I for one, think it was designed by a man who seeks vengeance on all mountain bikers for some unspeakable crime committed by one of our brood. Of course, there is also strong support for the theory that I might just be a “Big Pussy”.
The silver lining for this wayward tale is how Razorback affects my riding on the local level, here in the Capital City. Its kind of like surviving a prison riot only to come home and have the local deputies threaten to “rough you up”. I am just soooo not impressed. Obstacles that once intimidated me, now look small, even friendly. The fear of falling is minimized, because the ground seems so close around here.
Razorback was like a one-night stand that helped me get over an ex, and now I can move on to new horizons.
So thanks Razorback, but baby– don’t bother calling, its over.
*21+ into a 15 knot headwind.