I did my first MTB race in about four years on Sunday. Ironically, it was in my hometown of Sheboygan, and put on by the guys who first got me into riding. As in olden days, I started decently, barely managed to get out of my own way in the singletrack, aggravated everyone behind me in said singletrack, cramped about 2/3 of the way through, and eventually had to sit down and pound out the cramps with my fists before managing to finish. It was a good humility check. As time blurs my memory of the pain, I find myself more and more excited to do it again, though. In fact, I was already shopping for a new full-suspension rig later that night. The soreness in my back today tells me that might be a wise purchase. Anyone interested in a Fisher Mt. Tam 29er, size medium? It’s kinda dirty right now…

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