|get busy digging or get busy digging|
The sort of tacky, wonderful loam that you just can't help but dig the far reaches of your sidelugs into and hope. Sweet, sweet cornering. Chances are, this week anyway, that probably turned out OK.
Unless, regrettably, you're big John in Richmond:
"Found out that there is a limit to the amount one can lean the 29-1 tire and expect it to grip."
Yeah, there is that. But nice work pushing the boundaries of what's possible. Enjoy the shades of grey there on the outer limits. Wear your helmet.
Patriot Day, otherwise known as 9/11, came and went, and the conditions, as you may have noticed, have been exceptional. Here's hoping you got out and did something worth doing, whatever that may have been, and maybe even managed to remember that it doesn't come free.
Rally, rally, rally. Stop to ponder those who gave their lives for the relative serenity you take for granted. Rally, rally, rally.
Repeat as necessary.
100 flights of stairs, straight up into hell as the story turned out. But up they went anyway.
Up, up, up,