November 9, 2007
I was forced into mt. biking for some races I wanted to do. It was a very rocky start. Lots of cracked helmets, poison ivy encounters, etc. Now, it's just a rush.
I always start out saying I'll take it easy but then I somehow forget. After Muddy Buddy and being caught in a dangerous clump of girls in costume on bikes, I sometimes just find myself needing a little breathing room.
Uuhhhmmm...well, everyone loves my flourless chocolate cake.
This past summer, I was riding some trails in CO and I honestly and truly missed Fountainhead.
This sounds pretty hard core. I hope I prove myself worthy. :)