Wherein The Kid Returns To His Roots
While I had a super time racing in the muddy forests of Pennsylvaniashire with you fools last weekend, it drained all my strength. In order to recharge my cycling power meter I spent this weekend tearing around Brooklyn, New York City. The traffic, shitty streets, and disgustingly industrial environment stimulate the core of what drives my little biking heart. Some pics are here (no fancy slideshow):
Other things which are not fancy (cause I couldn’t figger out how to inbed it in a post), is this movie I took of the opening run at 7 springs.
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