filthy rehab

there is nothing like a couple of long, luxurious dirt rides to sooth the savage beast.

in the past 3 months i've ridden more knobbilies than all the previous years combined. crazy talk ~ but, gotta say, i've never been as comfortable on the dirt as now. i'm so looking forward to getting my cross bike built up to test the madness.

for the past few years, my cross training has consisted of ... some running drills and racing my way into a pale 'semblance of technical ability.

lacking self-preservation brain cells
+ limited skillz
= bruised and battered hernando

in the past, i haven't had access or time to hit actual dirt for training ... just regular roadie-scum pedalins and the odd 'sweet jump' session over curbs and golf course jingas. i've never even taken cross all that seriously as a competitor, but loved it like a mistress in participation.

this year, it's time to accept the charges and race it as a fully initiated dedicant.

sweet.