Mint ride today. On the Jeht, toodled up through Vic and across the Traverse as far as the Bridle Path - taking in all the singletrack to Castle Rock and back again. Seemed to just keep requesting power and receiving it, even on the way back... A week in the field (this was day five) really does wonders - walking through rough forest 8 hours a day for a week. Jeht rode very nicely and I completely cleaned the Tors with no dabs. A runner girl had gotten out of my way just where it's rockiest and steepest towards the end, and I said to her, "this is where I usually dab" and lo, I didnt! Magic.
Must say tho. Trail Etiquette... for fuck's sake people. Learn some fucking sharing skills and think before you drop in, morons. And remember, typically, uphill has right of way. Look the fuck ahead before you hit the downhill sections of the Traverse in case someone is just there about to finish the fucking climb. If it's near the bottom I'm happy to pull up and let 2 or more riders through, but if it's near the top, fuck you, pull up and fucking wait, you cunts.
besides ill-mannered dickheads, a nicely trundled 20 km with 730 m of altitudinal gainage.
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