That's the best phrase in cycling.
Spring is finally here. Eight hours on the bike over the weekend, sunburn, and some real singletrack.
After abusing myself on Saturday with 80+ miles (and over 5 hours, Mr. D.), with over 6,000 feet of climbing (allegedly), I sat in my rocking chair with a 'recovery drink' looking up at the mountain. There didn't seem to be much snow left up there.
Fast forward to Sunday morning and I've learned a few things. My new bike is an absolute blast on smooth, fast, winding singletrack. It's like switching from a big Caddy to a Lotus Elise.
And I love mountain biking. So let's do that again.
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That'd be Dr. D to you sir!
My mistake. It won't happen again.
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