Salem Cross...Revisited!

E, Rip, and myself met up at the tennis courts tonight to tear up some laps at Salem Lake. Rip and I were armed with cross bikes, and E was rocking the roadie with 25c's. Riding behind E was hilarious, watching his rear wheel dance around whenever he hit anything that was loose or odd-angled. Riding behind Rip had E and I both on the edge of the proverbial seat. Every corner was just a bit over the edge of control, and we claimed the ride as barely contained chaos. Rip was rocking the MOB/Mafia combo, but I think the national champ should be rocking the Mafia kit with some red, white and blue.

I think E was telling Rip he had a, "headache this big."



Great night!