No? Great. Me either.
I took my final whaling test yesterday, so I’m done with
class for a month. Yay.
On Friday night, after I finished filling my truck tires
with a bike pump (150 pumps per tire,) I decided to drive four hours to my
least favorite place in the world.
Unexpectedly, Ohio didn’t make me want to kill myself this
time. The sun was out all weekend. It was cold, so the dirt was frozen solid.
I rode Vulture’s Knob, then Mohican, then Vultures Knob
again.
The first rides were perfect. The third, not so much. I
waited until 2:00, and by that time the trail was thawed. Vulture’s Knob is
shit if there’s any wetness in the dirt.
The clay is simultaneously slipper than a marble floor
covered in fish, and sticks to a bike better than concrete mixed with
marshmallow fluff.
Still, not a bad last weekend in the Sausage State. I won’t
be back there much since my reason to visit is
going to New Zealand next semester.
Wish I could visit that place every couple weeks. I’d love to meet the hobbits.
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