I had no intention to ride the trails since it is still early and I know we're not suppose to ride on them until they are completely thawed. The Murray Lake trail runs along the dirt road we were on and Bill pointed out it was dry. We went to get a closer look; it was perfect so we rode the trail system for a bit.
Oh yeah, I got a new bike to go with my XTR pedals. Well, not exactly new but a used ’09 Tomac Type-X carbon fiber hardtail. And not just used but raced by the Kenda/Tomac pro team for a season, which works out to about 7 seasons in human years. Its brutal past doesn’t discourage me in the least, I can see past all that. It is an amazing bike, much nicer than I deserve. 2.4 lb. high modulus carbon fiber frame, XTR components, 1298 gram Manitou R7 Carbon fork, 1340 gram Sun-Ringle Black Flag disc wheel set, Hayes Gram disc brakes...just thinking about it is making the hair stand up on the back of my neck.
In previous posts I quietly complained about my ghetto bike, as if somehow it was the reason for my mediocre results. I know it wasn't but I didn't want to take responsibility for myself. My new bike is so incredible, such a high-end bike that I have no excuses. Period. But, it only has 26" wheels, I mean, if it were a 29er I am sure I could post some pretty impressive results.
After Bill bought his 29er earlier this winter, he parted out his XTC to sell off the parts individually. He text’d me and said it was like killing his friend. I responded that the 29er was a better bike and basically to just get over it. I think I somehow likened it to reincarnation but I tend to get philosophical and ambiguous about everything; I don't even know what I am talking about half the time. I can’t seem to bring myself to part out my ghetto bike, it's like killing a friend. Despite my tendency to favor the left side of my brain, I constantly disregard my rational decisions in favor of emotional ones. This bites me in the ass quite often actually.