|My bride's ride on the mighty Fox this morning|
On a cycle the frame is gone. You're completely in contact with it all. You're in the scene, not just watching it anymore, and the sense of presence is overwhelming. That concrete whizzing by five inches below your foot is the real thing, the same stuff you walk on, it's right there, so blurred you can't focus on it, yet you can put your foot down and touch it anytime, and the whole thing, the whole experience, is never removed from the immediate consciousness."
-Robert M. Pirsig, Zen and The Art of Motorcycle Maintenance
Look, I know you've got questions. Is the pop snowed in? Is the route changing this year? Will there be a fatbike category? And on and on. And naturally, like everything in life, I have all the answers.
But while you're at home trying to find a reason to panic, which there are plenty, my wife is out there racking up the hard woman points and preparing to kick your ass.
Which is a fine reason to panic in and of itself.
Details coming on all fronts. More than you can appreciate in one sitting. 5 weeks and counting.
In the meantime, better find a way to get up, up, up.