Uuffff!

As the Spanish may say. I didn't satisfy Day 13 with the short coffee ride, so this afternoon Cherokee trails awaited my cycling efforts. In short I was out about 1.25 hr, rode several trails both ways, never quite got not the 29er flow, occasionally thought of what a 26" full suspension mount would be like, And went solidly over the bars down a soft off-camber and fell squarely on my face, shoulder, and ribs. I'm a little stiff and have my first trail blood in a while, but I'm here on the "patio" having a Sierra Nevada Torpedo IPA and writing about it, so I'm alright. I'm liking this April stuff.