They Don't Call it Rebirth for Nothing

No better way to recharge the soul than a set of Rebirth ...



... followed by a couple of days on the trail. Fall colors are coming out. Looks like Thanksgiving out here!

Thankful today I've stuck with mountain biking. It hasn't always been easy. There have been falls. And spills. Leaning trail skills has been a constant focus. But the dividends pay often. There is a peacefulness, a playfulness, and a purity of cycling that comes only on a the trail.

Serentity inducing vignettes like this simply are not availible while dodging congested, aggressive, urban traffic in the twilight hours.



This day I rode until dark. Reminiscent of younger days when trying to stay out as long as possible, until your mom would start calling you back.



Rebirth... indeed.