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Putting it out to the trails and getting back more than I ever thought I could. The Ferrous 29 glide of the wheels where there shouldn't be glide, flow in places that stop rhythm. I hear the trees and the beetles that are eating them. Lowest pressures I have ever ridden barely noticing that I haven't had suspension in years. Supplies are good, fat tyres to roll through the rocks and roots. Experiment with the new technology and ride it farther than I thought low could go. My head is altogether in the woods, lines appear, then reappear in another. Fresh carbon underfoot, new era Alpin 10/2 time began last night. Stiff and secure, rolling solid. Ghosts follow through the woods, get too close to my ears, blocking out the din in favor of focus, trading failed effort for useful. Listening for the ghost to falter and give me the advantage and get out of the way to see the keys clearly placed in the locks. Always looking for the perfect line. No shortcuts, just cleaner ways to finish up.