Thoughts of dirt and beer

I tasted the dirt,

and it tasted like sheep poop.

But I think I want more anyway.



During my race at Sea Otter I saw a friendly face from the past. I haven't raced a season of mountain biking since 2002, and yet we chatted as if its only been months.

So that got me reminiscing about some fun times on the mtb race circuit. The road trips, seeing the same faces and friends at all the events, dying of heat, and freezing to death, racing alone with nothing but my thoughts and my breath, bonking on a climb, zipping down some singletrack, and lying in the sun and grass with a burger and a beer while waiting for awards.

I dig the road scene and all...but there's something about the suffering of a mountain bike race that gets me. Maybe because the suffering is interspersed with moments of bliss and fun.

Or maybe its the burgers and beer.

Whichever, I'm excited to try a few more mountain bike races this year. Who knows, maybe its just a phase and I'll grow out of it.

See you at Firestone!