here's the thing about riding on the front range– nearly every trail starts w/ a lungbuster of a climb, which can sometimes take the wind out of your sails before you even get started. not so today, as greg and i headed up north for some fun in/around the west mag, dots, hobbit/habit, ???, area after dropping off his klein at a shop in boulder first. thankfully i was feeling pretty good today, so didn't have much of a problem keeping up.
ebert says: two thumbs up.
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