All that bullshit about internal clocks, three hours of sleep, and circadian rhythms goes out the window when the sun washes over the mountains like a Mongol Horde armed to the teeth with sublime perfection.
so, my second time mtbing in a few years, demoing a cannondale jekyll on a trail i’ve ridden a MILLION BILLION times (but not for half a decade). turns out that trees die in the middle of trails in those timeframes. made friends with the ground twice in about 5 minutes (image=first encounter, rather mild compared to second).
obliterated week-old specialized prevail