My lack of coffee is spilling out in the form of less words and more photos. Thad, Griffin and I spun some laps at Kill Creek over the weekend. It was a cold start but the trails were in great shape; frozen dirt, packed snow and pure fun. We rode the log skinny's on Eddy, failed at a few creek crossings (each of us dipped a foot into the icy death water) and had an overall kick-ass ride.
Here's a little vid-yo of Captain Cuntwat rolling the fat down Killer Creek.
Not as easy as it appears, yet a bit more cushy than rolling skinny tires no doubt.