The ride "began" at the stairs. There's a beer stash that I and others (known and unknown) replenish. You can tell when one of us is out on the trails by the empty(s)...picked up on the way out. If you are taking these beers and not puting any back, like that mutha ucka who stole the entire bottle of Woodford reserve (!) then you risk a beatin'.I recently put this new hanger on & I LOVE the improved housing run. Thanks Surly!
Subtle but bold combinations...My ass custom shaped that saddle. I hope you're happy now.
Year end on the CA Central Coast was warm and sunny. After much rain, the sand was perfectly tacky. The trails in Fort Ord are sand with a sand under-layer on a base of sand. When I began riding them it freaked me out because the slippage never really stops, there's no rock under there to hold you like in the Utah sand I's used to. Any of y'all who've ridden Sea Otter will have gotten a taste. But today was glorious. Nice traction for the fixed 2 wheel drift.
From the stairs I meandered over to Mud Hen Express ( some fools are calling it "shitcoaster", but they don't know) and from there down 50 to 49 to 82 and back. The wetlands were full and full of fowl. My legs are heavy- they're weighed down by my Holiday Excesses (started on Halloween with stealing all the Reeses from 3 separate candy bags!)...but what a day to get out. Not much of one for Resolutions...Ride bikes! Don't hate. Like George Costanza, I'm out on a high note.