Gravel riders have found it..it was nar a blip in the life style of the new way...Cow Pies, Dirty Sanchos, and Ride across the state has kept the tummies full.

Mountain bikers have gotten it, slowly but surely it’s come around, The table may lack its normal plates but with the Lumber Jack 100, Salt Shaker..Island Lake..Its what the old timers would often refer to NORBA normal..

Trackies...they basically said fck this shit we are not effected in any way shape or form, and how could they be when they live in a bubble...

Then way over there in that neighbor’s yard, the one that use to have all the kids running around in it. But now after the years have passed and the family grew old and the children moved away. The Roadscene sits and waits slowly for summer. Race car tracks and one off weekends of feebly attended races keep the stalwarts waiting hungrier than ever. All the while most didn’t even notice the few riders that ventured to the sunshine state to seek the truth.

Will weekday worlds and two weekends be enough of vitamin D to keep the pulse alive, at least until next year? It’s a crazy world out there, and no two folks are the same. 

The smart ones adapt, and quite perhaps we’re born in the water but then gotten dried out in the sun...there tails shrank and legs formed. 

The world ain’t getting thinner...

Stay golden...it looks best on you.