I knew a secret. My friend KennyB had just worked on the track, after 3 days of a once-in-5-year rain. He smoothed it all with a sod roller and reworked the back line. The ground was still moist and cuddled your wheels, the rocks and kitty litter had floated out of the dirt, and the surface was uniformly smooth and wide. You could almost ride eyes closed. I dragged the family there with the same aggressiveness I threw myself into the tacky hippers and berms.  We shopped online, the only people who got hurt were the Chollaballs: raspberry for each child and a pedal bite to my shin.

Santa will be brining some littleGirl sized board shorts, xt brakes, and an upgraded derailleur. Not even 8 and she busted her second one riding the Sport Loop.

put these two together, and you’d have 1 awesome photo to go with 75 snaps from G of the sky and the top of my head.

fun, even on a 29er!

Alana, child of the half-empty glass, was having none of it. 10 minutes of happily putting on gear inspired 1 turn of the cranks and a rogue shit fit. 30 minutes later she was getting voted out of the family. 60 minutes later she was SpongeBob, cheerful without reason, looking me in the eye and repeating instructions, thanking her pads, jumping clear of the bike when instructed, white smile in a purple helmet and panting pink face.

4 months ahead of Genevieve.  SAY IT!!!  Its the only way you can believe it.