It's time I started writing again. Actually, it's way phugging past that time.
I've been riding my bike quite a bit, now that the Colorado relocation has settled-in and business is starting to flow at The Shop. This week I've been in the saddle about 14 hours. Not bad for a fella that refuses to train. The 29+ has been delivering hella pleasure and good times. The trails out-the-door at the new lair are not to be missed; at least 40 miles of singletrack bliss awaits you in every direction, from flow to hike-a-bike bullshit that turns boys into men.
I'm still hitting the TNR's with the Redstone crew. Always a flipping good time, always hard as fuck riding into the night. Oscar Blues and REEB represent. Dave represents. I try and keep up.
Thursday Night Lights is another regular ride I've been able to make happen. Night ride with the fine folks at Moonmen and Black Sheep, typically. Many beers are tossed back as morning nears and miles are lost to the sound of rubber to dirt.
Otherwise it's business as usual; living the dream riding and building handmade bicycles in the mountains. You need to come visit. Yeah, do that. Lets ride some shit.
I leave you with this image of what racing singlespeeds, at least to a handful of us in-the-know, is all about. Cheers