Finale approaches fast!

A Ripp down ye ol' Gallop'n Goose at 6am and Chumbawumba jogged the morning memory of a KHS Kilshaw & Son Rebuild.

That bike was awesome. Rebuilt from the Cro-Mo up, she had a blue frame & yellow rat trap. True to the core, she was 100% Deore, LX that is, rapid fire shifters and all. Good memories of the bike & even better of the build.

"Wanna throw on head lamps & rip our bikes off the GC sand pits tomorrow morning?"

"Definitely."

Night rides have always been hi pri through the off season and this weekend it was a wicked way to match the awesomeness of a classic XC run, the Thetis 20K Relay.

Lap one with the lead pack was fun, but the legs need to last a little.

Lap two found a groove & made it 1/2 way to the hobble.

Lap three was actually pretty fun.

Lap four was a gut fest up & down those final two climbs.

Shouts out to Phil, the "Island Runner," & Mr Bob Reid for putting on the event.

Cross the rock finale approaches fast!

Rest well.

Chicken Fat:

If it smelled just a little better, I would cover all my cycling clothes in it.

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Mr. Scotty C says, "Make space my friend, make space."

But how can there be any space for space when I'm stumbling over all these roots, rocks, and logs?

"Make space."

But the moss is to slippery to make space.

"My friend, make space."

The trail is too narrow. I need to fit right here.

Then the moment when you see.

The trail is moving.

The trail jogs left. The trail jogs right. The trail winds up, before carrying you down.

The body is moving.

The trail is living, just as you are living.

As you move, the trail moves.

We are moving together. We are dancing.

The moss is grace, the ups are strength,

And the downs are speed.

All this space when we are dancing.



Rest well.