If you havent figured out where the last two weekends were staged, then youre out of luck, becasue Im still not telling, even though the baby is in the bathwater, or dont throw the proof out with the pudding. Something like that?
This episode is called "Epicness" because if the pureness of epic that it is (metaphysically). I mean, Pipestone was fun. Maybe termed "Epic" at one time. But at no time did I feel all the things I felt here. Ive been tired. Stoked. Covered in mud, and unable to feel my hands. Cant breathe. Cant stand. Back hurts. But my butt doesnt? That was the part that made no sense.
6600 ft
Under the same treewhere we left off last time...
At some point in the massive ride, I realized that my chest protector was really rubbing me the wrong way. It could have been the new morning garage workout was building my pecks, but I think it was the cool breeze. Either way Brian had to fashion me up some electrical tape pasties to protects my glass cutting gems.
We made it alive. Gnasty hill climbs and exhausting descents. I definitely feel I learned how to ride a bike that day, if not just a wee bit better.
Im gonna work on compiling some of this massive gopro footage and see if we cant get a sick amateur video of the trails up...stay tuned....
6 comments:
awesomapotomus.
get that video together man!
Me and my bike are jealous.
What's up with the nipple tape? Chafe prevention or some freaky biker fetish?
I forgot to mention the whole (hole) incident with these guys wet met the previous day. After our ride we were decompressing with a beer and one of em rides right up to our camp and says"we got an injury here". First thing i didnt recognise him bc he was on the other guys bike, then we figured he was talking about himself, bc there was blood on his shoulder. Brian cut the jersey open and we found a solid 2 inch wide open deep puncture wound. bare muscle and everything. Very little blood. Weird. and then the guy rode back to his camp with one arm. omg
"sad in south dakota" lol
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