Got Silk?

As the season wears on the less I ride the road bike. The woods call and I listen, avoiding the retard picnic that is a resort area on a holiday week. Not many people to deal with on the out of the way trails and the more I get out the more grounded I feel. Not too much into the mud and dust, just enough to feel the knobs buckle a bit and give a smear into more traction. Study the pressure and see what is fastest, crashing is slow only if you let it get too far out. My season belongs to me, fights picked and clear. Some wins, others not so much. I have it all right here.