Vitamin-D

The sun came out today. God, it felt good. Brakes set up. Shock dialed in. Fork dialed it. Still enduring -ice-pacolypse. Roads ridden instead. Frozen fingers. Frozen snot. Great big smile. Listened to this.  Watched Brendan Fairclough and Curtis Keene shred some sensually tacky all mountain goodness in Santa Cruz. Get me there?

                Day #11 of no trails. Insanity level 9.

The Spark

I've been rehabilitated. Out of this winter slumber and into a dizzying head rush of excitement. Warmth and it's compadre, Sunshine are coming and I've never needed it more. The Big Brown has delivered a gorgeous example of what man and machine are capable of and my heart is beating out of my chest. I day dream of roosting corners and whooping and hollering through the trees as the dirt beneath my feet becomes a blur . This green machine is taking me there and I hope it is not too soon to confess - but I am in love. I hope whoever is reading this can find something of equal excitement to keep them pushing through these slow, slushy days where you never leave your robe. I write from the Robe of Stagnation now, but underneath I have laced up my riding shoes and my Fox Racing Sox are blooming out over the tongues. Let the stoke begin. Give this a listen and let it take you wherever you need to be.

                                                                                         Here she is. All built up.

                                                                                               Here she is close up.

                                                                                       Here she is being stolen.

                                                                                          May have had a few of these.

                                                                                                Living Arrangements.

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