07 February, 2010

DHin' Kneeland

We left the warm sun in Arcata as Adam's rickety truck sped us into misty fog up the mountain.

3 downhill bikes romped around in the woods, splashing through mud puddles and sliding over wet roots. I should have taken a picture. It's a rare occasion when I ride a bike so beefy.
Ryan's new bling

I often trash talk heavy bikes, but when you get them rolling down a hill they seem a lot less heavy. I must begrudgingly admit I had fun today surfing the turf w/the big bikes!

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