I road, up early today, from the city to the stones, in a way to start building my foundation for cyclocross racing, not that I have been not riding my cx bike, or that I've not been ridng a lot anyway; road, mountain.
and head back into town, down the towpath, I hit the big ring and dropped the gears to the 12, and the Jets skipped, flew. Splattered dappled sunlight and shadows, slapping leaves, loose little rises, really flying.
This morning was a morning where I had the honor of riding with the Valkyries.
To Cross!
dlowe.
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