Because sometimes standing around the keg of Tröegs catching up with friends you haven’t seen since last year’s event is more enjoyable than…
Slogging across a muddy trail:
Or throwing elbows in a derby:
Or charging recklessly downhill:
This year we slogged, threw elbows and were generally reckless with the best of ‘em. But we spent the better part of the enduro catching up with old friends and making new ones. And then, just like that, it was over.
And my bike is 10 pounds heavier to prove it.