I have to say with all honesty and touch of fucking enthusiasm that Mount Tam, right this very minute - well week or two anyway - is absofuckinglutely perfect for the 'cross bike. It's wet but not too sloppy. It's cool but the sun is shining. The birds are ... better get out of my fucking way ... chirping. And I have to say that dropping down Fish on the 'Cross bike is what cycling is all about. You see that picture there? There? Up there? Come on. Work with me now. The one directly above .... now. That's the mouth that feeds into one of the most stellar descents on a 'cross bike: steep, very steep, shaded by redwoods, moist, dual track that is smooth from the Ranger traffic, rocky in the middle, burmed and banked and water-barred and faster than a $2 Tijuana whore with a dick. It is that good, friends. I implore you, if you have the means ( a 'cross bike) and the time, because if you have the desire you will find the time, to go ride this little slice of Key Lime pie heaven. That ... is ... all.
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