Friday Night Clip-On Lights
"Oh, you can kiss cross-country good bye, he's feeling the flow!" That's what I heard when I played back one of the videos on my camera from last Friday night. It was Carl talking, the guy in the video below, the guy ripping in the video below, he was watching as my buddy Dan filmed me. I guess I was feeling the flow, but watching the video of me feeling the flow...I was not seeing the flow. It was abso-freakin-lutely astonishing how slow my flow looked compared to Carl's flow.
Today's secret word is: "Flow."
Dan The (Camera) Man and Carl (the ripping little guy there) have built a fully operational pumptrack in their backyard. It encompasses about the same space a birdbath might in a normal person's yard. But somehow it works — and it's sick.
At one point during the night I got in there on my Ferrous (Dunderchee). It was awkward. The wheelbase of my bike was so long, it was nearly straddling the whoops, not dropping between. I felt like an oil tanker off of Cape Horn, riding on the crest of two very far apart waves, bowing in the middle, about to break in half and spill my contents all over the ocean.
Dan gets fast and loose, letting it all hang out. And he's a damn handsome man. Check him out. He's sprawled out on a damp-slug-infested-pumptrack with a big can of the champagne of beers, but he could just as easily be lying majestically upon a white tiger skin rug sipping actual champagne...waiting for you.
I really dug the pump track, I might have to change the name of this glog to "Big Bikes (and sometimes little bikes too!)."