I’m going to keep this quick, because right now the last thing you should be doing is staring at a screen inside. After months of cold damp days when even the shortest glimpse of sun had us sprawled like gasping lizards, it’s finally prime ride time. There’s still enough rain around for hero dirt to hang on in the shade but out in the open the dirt is concrete and dust. The green stuff is growing hard enough to suck out the moisture, but it hasn’t completely camouflaged the singletrack yet or turned into a bar end snatching assassin. It’s hot enough to go shorts and T’s and hang about after a ride with mates not shudder, shiver and scuttle inside. But not so baking burnt flesh is a missed SPF recoat away and you’re blinded by helmet sweat on every climb.
The green stuff is growing hard enough to suck out the moisture, but it hasn’t completely camouflaged the singletrack yet or turned into a bar end snatching assassin
