A happy marriage.

Sometimes you might come across a ride that seems tailor made for the bicycle you happen to be riding, and vice versa.
Sunday's exploration and the Dirtbomb have just such a union. On a side note, at some point during my meanderings, I realized that I don't really care what type of terrain I ride as long as I'm alone, and can listen to my thoughts, and at that very moment my thoughts told me "you know, moustaches don't make an ounce of sense..Foreskins? I'll give you foreskins.. and facial hair in general has a practical purpose, but moustaches all by themselves? I'll be damned if I get it."
It was as profound an experience as I'm sure you can imagine.