BBC Racer

Riding Dirty

Decided to go for a change of pace this Sunday. Rather than wake up early, I slept in. Instead of filling the bottles, I donned a Camelbak. In place of skinny tires, I rolled out some wide knobbies and left the warm sunshine of the east bay and made a beeline for the lone remaining fog bank in the bay area, stubbornly nestled over Camp Tamarancho.

I’m a new hand at this mountain biking mess, but it’s a load of fun. Though very humbling to learn that your bike handling is at beginner levels, it doesn’t detract from the amusement.