Just got some delish single track/ old skool 'light free ride' in on my lunch hour in 57+F under clear skies. Everything is drying up fast, so the bike just keeps going faster. And wanting to do more stuff. Already I'm doing a skinny bridge I've never done in years past, and today caught a surprising amount of air on a squirrelly bump that has a reputation for flinging bikes head-first... Sloe pulled me through the brief nose-wheelie just fine and somehow it never felt scary.
I've been riding since the early 90s, and I see my first investment in armor coming soon because I can tell this thing's gonna get out of hand...
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