Full blown.

This week blew by like the cold air of the recent evening night rides. The Smokies shown bright through the crisp sky, a short distance away, yet too far to go play. Staying close, I hit the local favorites, with the best of company.



Hamilton Creek, from last week.

Roaming Nomad

I picked up Jeff Murrays new bike while in Nashville, and therefore took it out to run the dog. And thrashed it!

The car was on blocks, but we were already where we want

Hamilton Creek; Nashville, TN

Traveling in the Dead of Night

I've been on the move like Fletch on a water buffalo. Yet I'm 4 for 4 on the last few days of riding.
I was in Austin, TX the previous week for my cousin Jessica's wedding. It was good to see family and freinds. I rode with old compadre's and my dad's friend too.

This week I was in the other
music city, Nashville, TN. So I spent the evenings slam dancing in the woods after dark. Hamilton Creek's rocky trails delivered the cage match. My Jedi skills proved a worthy match for stealthy blows; like when the night lights battery died, out of nowhwere, leaving nothing but the Jedi senses to guide the way, no fear, calm like a river.
It's good to be home and hangning with the epic ride mafia, where we pulled a Freeride Friday poking through Haw Ridge.



Bow down in the presence of a boss rider