an inconsistent exposition of experiential acquisitions
Tuesday, March 13, 2012
Little did I know, I saved the best trails for last out at Lake Russell. I took the Selma towards those trails I was after on Sunday and found mud and happiness. Glad I had the tubeless wheeled mountain bike this time; there were proper rocky stretches, the aforementioned mud, and fast flowy descents that wouldn't have been nearly as fun worrying about flats on my cross rig.