Ride 99 of 100
A lazy start meant local trails, and the nemesis bike, the bike that did the damage, the bike that I love to hate....
Anyway, dusty trails, the smell of freshly cut grass, few people around, and fantastic sunshine.
Two and a half hours of single speeding, just riding along minding my own business.
Bliss.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment