8/05/2007
Sabbath
Climbing for almost an hour and my ears popped, I don't know how much vertical but if the ears popped, I must have gained a fair bit. I could roll off a litany of trail names that would make sense to about 4 people who read this. The point is I got out and rode for a few hours, all by myself. I only stopped to air up, pee and shoot photos. At one point I was a little freaked out, I could swear a mountain lion was watching me, every light beige tree or shadow was a puma figuring if I was going to be a meal. The trails had little bit of fresh rain on them making hero dirt. Better out than in, work to be done.
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Trail names wouldn't help, but is there anyway that you could map?
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Locked in City Boy
The best kind of riding is thoser hard enduro sessions when you alone, a long ways away from anywhere, compeltely delerious, and thinking that a big cat is following you.
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