Hate Bike, Love Bike What goes up, must come down. That reminder we keep telling ourselves as we sweat and pain it out on the climbs to get to that next epic downhill. The rose colored glasses that forget the pain and agony that got us to the best part of
My 11 year old son tried to "jack my 54 cm Kona" way to big for him and a dicey mover on his part :-) I hollered at him "if you can ride it, ride it like you stole it." 5 minutes later I was chasing him down on my Rocky Mountain lololol.