Hero Dirt - know it? It's the phenomena when there is just enough moisture to keep the trails tacky like velcro but it lacks the slop of mud...and...it makes you fell like a fucking Super Hero because you can rail it so hard. I love hero dirt. Sometimes I even wear my cape. I rode Tam last weekend with a whole posse of TL kids and it was wicked good time. I had no idea how much I was missing the dirt because of my busted ole dogs. They be feeling better a bit and after today's road sojourn way out west, manana, the days after today, shall see me riding said dirt in an effort to paste a perma-grin across my ugly ole mug, capice? 'Cause you see, I am back on track, back on the diet, the program, the lifestyle of a cyclist/pretend bike racer in his early forties who works 10 hours a day, has a wife, 2 kids, a dog, a cat, 2 hamsters and a penchant for things not-so-good-for-him. You may want to check back and see how all that goes. I tend to do things the hard way. Might be fun.
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