Dirt never tased so good, really, it was in my mouth!

Toady I was once again back on the dirt with my Fly!!! I had been separated from my love sense the 15ht of last month due to a few broken parts. But that is all behind me now so I went for a ride. Before I left the house I converted my tires to tubeless. I'm a little sick of the whole flat tire thing as of late and this was the remedy. I tried jacking up the air pressure with the tubes and yeah it worked but, I could feel my spine shrinking every ride. BANG BANG BANG, this was the feeling with all that air in the rear tire.

My now noodley arms were getting a good beat down too. So tubeless was the next step. Surprisingly, my tires aired right up with the absence of tubes. It looked like I had made the right choice.

On the trail it became evident really soon that I needed more air in the front tire. Without the tube things were a little squirmy. As a result, I got to taste the earth as it would be in the forest on a hot Thursday morning in July. Now this little snack could also be because I hadn't found one section of trail that wasn't super loose. Or it could be because I haven't been on a mountain bike in almost 3 weeks. Heck, maybe it was a combination of all 3. You know what, I don't care either. I was on my mountain bike and that's all I ever really wanted.

So far being 33 isn't that bad either. I didn't think it would be much different that any other year but I did notice one thing. I weighed my self the other day and I was 185.5lbs. The age on the scale was still set for me at 32 years old. I adjusted it to 33 years old and got in it again. Son of a bitch, I now weighed 185.8lbs! I guess 33 weighs more than 32. Oh fuck it anyway if anything it's just funny. I also seen a license plate frame that described me pretty well. If I hadn't talked to the owner of it I probably would have stolen it when they went to park in my parking lot at work.