Stifling heat and humditiy out there in the forest yesterday, but at least the trail was soft and sandy. Every inch of the 20 some miles of singletrack felt like I was towing a fat kid on a skateboard. I guess that was my inner child? No matter, Soup and I got it done and had plenty of time to discuss next week’s outing to North Carolina. He is thinking 10 hour beatdowns. I’m thinking 3 hour ride arounds.
I don’t want any suffering that isn’t absolutely necessary.