Photographic records

This is the short story of a recent ride, told with photos.

Singlespeeds aired up and ready to roll.

Bartlett wouldn't get far this way because the nearby trail spur is a dead end.
 

BeanSS!

 

Stonehenge-esque arrangement of rocks. This was a lot of work for somebody (or something?), especially since there are no rocks of this size in the vicinity.

 

Out of the saddle on what looks like flat ground but is actually a hill. It certainly felt steep at the time.

Full suspension? Gears? How did that get in here? For what it's worth, this transgression resulted in two flat tires in just over a dozen miles of riding.

 

Now, back to the story. This is my ridiculous, cruelty-free, recyclable, post-ride footwear choice.

 

One beard, two beers - a recovery drink that may somehow be related to the recent return of my beer gut.