hero dirt

The trails are dry. 

Thank dog almighty the trails are dry! 

Have not had a meaningful ride in like 3 weeks what with first snow, then ice, then soul-crushing mud clogging our local singletrack. 

And then there's me all kitted up with my new Christmas swag and nowhere to ride. Ouch is right my friends :-/ 

awesomeness: new saddle

But today 01.11.12, precisely @ 12.20 local time, our mud finally gave way to our version of hero dirt- where the tread is firmly bedded down yet still retaining that schweet, schweet tackiness of recent moisture now past. Makes for blasting runs and carving turns like an absolute Pro. 

Or so I've heard anyway. ;-] 

So I borrowed some time @ lunch today to reacquaint my legs, lungs to that distant concept that is mountain biking. Legs cooperated, but the lungs were still in holiday mode, complaining on every climb. Still, hardly a soul on the trails but me and those guys from the Black Keys belting out Lonely Boy on every turn and run. 

And with each climb done, the downhills await!- all pain promptly forgotten. 

And forgiven. 

Man! but sometimes I do luv dirt.