I had the hall pass and if you were trying to reach me on Sunday, "I'm gone riding." But the plan fell through when some weak soldiers dropped out.
So the search began and I found a pack of mountain bike warriors, and I hooked up on a great tour of Norris. The ride was a blast, like Jimmy Buffet, we got caught in the rain. The summer down-pour was enough to cool us, but not to stop us, so we moved on killing singletrack in the battle of Summer Sunday, which was won in every turn of the crank. Gloriously sloppy and glad to be back on the bike; killing it.
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