Bearing Puller
Many things have happened since I last wrote. I took a break for a while because of the increase in work hours. Which now means an increase in riding hours. For the last monthish I have done nothing but work, ride, eat, sleep, work, ride, eat, sleep and so on. When I say eat I mean put the fuckin’ feed bag on. I eat like a zombie…with out fill or care. It tastes to good to stop.
Food, or fuel, is key for any human’s life. Some of us just choose to use it responsibly (you know who you are). Fuel helps us think correctly, move with ease, and recover quickly. It makes the days better and the hour quicker.
The same can be said for passion. I am not just talking about the sweaty noisy passion that we all strive to achieve. But the passion that runs our lives.That little tick that strikes us when just pedaling isn’t enough. We have to get over the edge to feel it.
My new passion is dirt. Okay maybe it’s and old passion renewed. Either way I need to smell it. I need to feel it between my fingers. I need to sculpt into amazing creations to launch, heeve, and pich over. The need to knead it to suit a bicycle and help it gain speed. The need to feel FLOW and GROOVE.
I/we did 10 hours of “trail maintenance” the other day in our secret locale anf I can’t wait to rip it on Bessie. Jump line to a long downhill pump track. I hope “Beerrrmmmies Python” is as good as I vision it to be. We will see soon enough.
Cheers!
