Its wonderful how those words “Edge of Chaos” and the picture Broussard snapped of me this past weekend go together so well.
This past Wednesday, after railing Reasonover in the dark with Dennis hot on my tail the entire time he said “Wow, we were on the edge of chaos.”
I understood what he meant because we were definitely pushing our limits flying around the leaf strewn corners of Reasonover. There were a few turns where I could feel the tires sliding around the corner but they would eventually find their grip and send me in the right direction, sweet mountain biking bliss in the dark of night on a cool fall evening.
Dennis and I split from the rest of the group and made the relentless climb up the steep side of Cedar Rock. Dennis and I both slipped up at the same time even though he was 20 yards ahead of me, then we continued to rock out the rest of the super steep climb.
It was other-worldly when I had a chance to catch my breath and look around at all the moss on the slick rock. With my headlamp reflecting off of the moss and my heartbeat rising to peak, I was in total bliss.
Going fast is finally starting to feel good again.
A big thanks goes out to Zach for the picture and I swear I will share mine at some point. . .
This past Wednesday, after railing Reasonover in the dark with Dennis hot on my tail the entire time he said “Wow, we were on the edge of chaos.”
I understood what he meant because we were definitely pushing our limits flying around the leaf strewn corners of Reasonover. There were a few turns where I could feel the tires sliding around the corner but they would eventually find their grip and send me in the right direction, sweet mountain biking bliss in the dark of night on a cool fall evening.
Dennis and I split from the rest of the group and made the relentless climb up the steep side of Cedar Rock. Dennis and I both slipped up at the same time even though he was 20 yards ahead of me, then we continued to rock out the rest of the super steep climb.
It was other-worldly when I had a chance to catch my breath and look around at all the moss on the slick rock. With my headlamp reflecting off of the moss and my heartbeat rising to peak, I was in total bliss.
Going fast is finally starting to feel good again.
A big thanks goes out to Zach for the picture and I swear I will share mine at some point. . .
6 comments:
Killer pic man, a true classic.
Great photo! love that spot - i always want to run and jump!
Dude, that pic is awesome!
Many thanks on the ride invite for FATS. Hope youins had a blast.
Curious - where the hell is a link to J(pussay)Pelton on your link bar. Damn,I thought you biatches were tight and stuff.
post something you slack A$$.
:)
Looks like your all blogged out. Maybe you need to try something new.
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