Friday, July 31, 2009

Build me an arc Noah

----Psalm 29er----

Once upon a time in a land far far away mortal men enjoyed the sport we love virtually free of the biblical rains we have seen in the past few months, free of the depression that a daily torrential downpour brings and free of the daily cleaning ritual that has become a part of our lives. Many men have given up, heading for greener pastures possibly becoming bass masters or maybe begrudgingly shuffling around the mall. I know this a fact because on my rides I see no evidence of others. No trampled grass, no tire tracks, no cars at Skyline drive....Weird

So the story continues....As we all pray for sunshine a few hardy souls are braving the elements. Working hard with an eye on the prize, Improving bike handling, getting stronger. These are the days that make you what you are, a warrior ready for battle. With a musty smell in your car and remnant's of mud everywhere. You're a mountain biker...