I rode BC yesterday afternoon and it was like I hadn't ridden in weeks. The leaves were so thick it was like riding through quicksand, draining my legs of life with every stroke. All the rocks and roots that you see every other ride seemed to reach up from under the leafy cover like a fleshy hand escaping from an earthy grave to grab my tires. Sometimes I'd stop dead and sometimes I'd be sent off the trail into the trees. Slick! Like fresh guts sliding across ice! Speed was slow, muscles were tight, adrenaline pumping, it was all about survivial.
