Dogoby, Tom, and I just rang in the new year with a blistering show of single track flexing down at the parks. I came straight from a chicken plate and if I could ride like that every time I ate fried chicken, I would eat fried chicken more often. Thanks Zaxby’s. Most of us are tuning up for San Felasco, and likely peaking too early. That’s just the way of it. If I don’t end up alone and crying on the trail at some point then it isn’t San Felasco. And who cares really? We rode well today. Live for the the day and all of your yesterdays will be good memories and all of your tomorrows will be full of hope.
I heard that somewhere. Happy New Year everyone. Chins up. Best efforts.