Drift

Sloppy, slick singletrack was more fun than race, the berms took a lot of skill out of it, kind of like a water slide, decide when to go, but I picked the wrong time. Fun anyway. Form is hiding. Too hard to get out of the County this morning. Just should have stayed down and raced some more, instead of yesterday's 3.5 hours to go 70 miles that took it out of me. Stayed home and enjoyed early winter with a foot plus of fresh. It's here, get out the trainer.

Fix

The cold is here, 6 the other day, low teens today, it's on. I need to fix my winter bibs, the hole in the thigh (from chub-rub) and the blown leg zipper (from my thankles) Instead I'll gear up and shut up and ride. 3 more weekends. Then a little break.

Big boy

Wow, I am oddly hungry now. 

Joel put this up, I stole it. Hurray for creativity, someone else's.

Flow

I had the flow, the laps were quick, WB was faster. My leak was somewhere in between.

Equals=

Ride this way and then turn, if you do it right it works out. If not, you have to stop and lose a lot of time to fix what is keeping you from doing it right. I did that today. Burped the tubeless pretty well, almost flat, maybe 10 psi. Better days, form is coming around. Rolling the wheels well, just need to study the track a bit better, 2nd place on an OK day. Good enough for now.

Paperclip

The hours on the road and path have me thinking about what is rolling under me, I swear I saw a sram shifter out there today. Odd finds make the time go. My head goes away and sits back on the beach, coming back to now when I need to think about getting across this piece of ice or to avoid that elk carcass. Ice is less important, roll straight, if it grabs the front wheel, well, there you go.

Prairie

I missed the shot, the little prairie dog was faster than my camera. He did look happy though.

Rhythm

Rhythm and routine are always appealing. Consistency, training for the next one. Enjoying the process. I try to resist change, catching myself struggling to look forward to different; holidays, vacations, different stuff. I have set myself with a rhythm I like. Clear the head, open the window. Put me back on my bike. Get the legs back under me, pedal on.

Proud

The boy has now done three races, 2 crits and a cross. He loves it and makes me feel more proud than I ever have been, of anything.

Clear

Finally just cold, not so wet, for now. Bundled and dry. Better.