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.
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