I dream of a hard and brutal mysticism in which the naked self merges with a non-human world and yet somehow survives still intact, individual, separate. Paradox and bedrock.
Bill gettin’ shit done today on Sheep Mountain.
Bill, Ed and I (and later Rich, how we happened across near the summit) had a perfect day: uber-bluebird, immaculate singletrack, one crash (Ed knocked some ribs on an ill placed rock), and one flat (me, pinched it, tubes SUCK), and beer and pizza to end it all.
It simply does not get any better.
LOL, I was with some guy not long ago who cursing his tubeless, it flatted. I have not pinch flatted in…. a long time.Ed
Yep I most assuredly just cursed myself, dangit!Oh and I'm glad you finally discovered the Rampages – my favorite front tire.Ed
Sweet.
Ed, you totally just cursed yourself. Bill cursed me, by mentioning that we hadn't had a mechanical yet, and there's always a mechanical on Sheep. So a few miles later I roll through a grass-shrouded rut and CLANG. Just set the Ramp up ghetto tubeless. I refuse to worry about flats, I refuse to run more than 25 psi, ergo there is only one option.Gotta keep current with your goop, though.
Great photo.
Great photo.
Awesome photo. Yesterday was one of my year's highlights. Awesome day, awesome trails, pizza, and beer. A complete day.
Indeed a great day. Other than breaking my glasses and smashing my ribs, you couldn't beat the weather and the company!
Bedrock & Paradox 
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