After two months of stunning heat, single digit humidity, and trail surfaces the consistency of (deep) baby powder, the monsoons have arrived.
Yes, arrived--and brought with them triple digit humidity, ball-bearings-on-concrete trails, and sketchy new ruts seemingly whenever you let the bike run.
I'll take it. All of it.
Nice to have the change--feels like a gift relative to what came before.
Please enjoy a quick edit of 'where I go when the day has gotten long and I only have an hour to burn...".
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