"When you think you're hot you're not"

Did I need to launch the hip before the rooty dip?...Yes, of course.

Was the tail whip necessary?...Duh-always.

Was it asking too much to land onto a tree-skinny into the downhill?...Indeed, it was a little excessive.

Ouch. Yesterday I was out for a spin and couldn't resist shredding my favorite downhill around. Almost to the bottom there are a few dips into hips type rolls in the trail that you can launch pretty smoothly around the turns. Nothing special but lots of fun. Sometimes I  land onto a downed tree that's parallel to the trail and serves as a pretty sweet skinny. Well, yesterday was the end of that. My front wheel went straight through the tree at about 18mph and my bike just stopped. I, however, continued down the trail much like that guy down there chasing the cheese. To my dismay there was no cheese. Just rocks and roots and trees. Knocked the wind right out of myself and put a couple of nice, new, custom tattoos on my back. The V-Gear jerseys are so durable though-my back is all rock rashed and sliced up but the jersey didn't even tare.

"When you think you're hot you're not" was all I heard as I was careening through the woods. That's what we tell the Single Track kids to try to keep them from coming down with the stupids. I must have said it at least ten times the other night. Well, after my recent experiment I can confirm...When you think you're hot you're not! I can also confirm that listening to old school 90's rap while riding more often then not leads to a case of the stupids.

Been way too busy to get to an actual race recap of the Summer Solstice and since the weekend is almost here I doubt it's gonna happen. To make a long story short:

The End.