It's go time. Parts are in, and it won't be long.
It's feels like the movie Frankenstein. Just waiting for the strike of lightning. Oh the call in my case. No hurries, don't need it yet. Trails are junk and I think I'm going to race Kev's Stumpy at the low key Warsaw race this weekend. I just feel like riding trail, and I always like supporting Mac and his efforts.
As for our Arkansas trip... Well I'm still a bit sore. Ya, we rode that much. Legs feel great, it's my butt that's still giving me grief. I think I didn't have that xcal set up just right. 3 days, 12 hours, and I'm pretty sure we climbed one million feet. Or 10,000, but at times it felt like a million.
Here's to hoping the rain is kind...
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