A few days ago, a good friend asked if I was still gravel grinding, or had I returned to the MTB. This is a question that confused me. I've lost sense of what defines mountain biking, I guess. Is it the type of bike ridden, the type of terrain, or a mystical mindset that defines mountain biking? If it's a 6" travel turquoise bike, knee pads, a matching baggy kit, a bulky helmet with visor and skate shoes with platform pedals, then FUCK NO, I have not returned to the MTB.
IS THIS MOUNTAIN BIKING?
WHAT ABOUT THIS? IS THIS FUCKING MOUNTAIN BIKING?
WHAT ABOUT THIS? MUST BE ROAD RIDING.
I found a raven feather at 12,500ft and have been riding with it. It makes me feel wild and keeps the rasta thoughts grounded.
In other news, this made my heart hurt. Can't believe people these days. Some piece of shit blasted a couple of mountain goats on top of Quandary Peak, near Breckenridge, on July 3. Close range pistol to the dome. Happy fucking birthday America!! RESPECT the land or get out! We don't roll like this in CO. PEOPLE SUCK.
