Wednesday.
What an arrogant prick. Here I am yesterday afternoon showing off a Tallboy I bummed off Francis on Facebook.
Such a cocky bastard. "Pratice is over." Oh really? As is evidenced by this twenty second video practice obviously isn't over.
Francis behind Russ, Francis overtakes Russ, Kirt puts his face on the dirt for no reason whatsoever. That's pretty much how the whole night went. Ride a little while, eat it, ride a little while, eat it...
On top of the fact that I don't know didley about full suspension I forgot to set my bike up first. My fingers would get pinched behind the brake levers. Basic things. I made a list.
- Put a flight saddle on.
- Replace the chain I snapped.
- Replace that spoke I popped out of the rear wheel.
- Put a big front tire on.
- Adjust the brake levers.
- Put new grips on.
- Tighten the seat post.
- Get some 29er tubes.
29er tubes. You'd think I might have thought of that one earlier. I guess I was too glittery eyed by the pretty rear shock to remember that it's also a 29er.
That said it was a hell of a ride. We all thought we were going for an hour or two and it ended up being three and a half hours. Peoples' lights were dying, we ran low on food and water, the dog bonked. Call me sadistic, but I love rides like that.