TwoWheeledWorld

It appears as though winter is finally starting to clamp down on our fair village. And if a mountain bike racer's schedule were a bag of Ruffles, December would be those greasy broken pieces at the bottom.







Not yet time to shift into the 44, but scraping the barrel.





Russ, the stunt double, working on the transmission.




As a SemiPro mountain bike racer with a 9-to-5, there are fewer things more frustrating then spending all day at work and watching the temps climb along with the sun; only to leave work as it's getting dark when the temps drop like the Ti-frickin-tanic...









I guess that's one of those "you know you're Pro" moments I've yet to experience: "you know you're Pro when you don't have to work for a living..." I take what saddle time I can get and live for the daylight of the weekends, in winter.








There's a lot to be said for neoprene booties this time of year. Oh, and by the way, when your Light and Motion on/off button starts blinking, your light is about to go out on you.
Simple lessons, people..........simple lessons...