I took a final trip up the mountain tonight. It was a little sad knowing this would be the last time I get to spin the wheels for a while, but at the same time it gave me hope in what the future holds in store. It was an amazing evening, and the perfect ride to hold me over during my haitus. I had to change a flat tire at the top, so is that good luck or bad?
Note: My bike's name is Penelope Cruz (fitting for a Santa Cruz bike), so no need to question the sanctity of my marriage.