A Few Images from Recent Rides

Inspired by Friends

Last night, I rode Munson for the millionth time this month.

I was on a completely different page than my riding buddies.
The lack of synchronicity was stressful.

The sweat dripping from my helmet was rancid, both in smell and taste.

When I was finally alone in the woods, I noticed the sky was the most beautiful, mottled, black and orange.

I wiped my face, and the woods smelled like Christmas.