We drove the 5 hours to Southeastern Missouri to the Berryman Epic. We got to ride the first 11 miles of the course. I had forgotten just how rocky and technical this race is. Unbelievable. I only flatted twice in the hour we rode. I have the heaviest tires I own on my bicycle now. I’ve never raced a MTB bike this heavy since I won the NORBA Nationals in 1983. I can’t do anything else. I have a cup of latex in each tire. If I flat now, the Gods are argry at me. Or it is a full moon. But, that usually sends luck my way. Okay. I need to eat and get some sleep tonight. Less than 6 hours the last two nights. I’ll let you know how it goes.
The trail is solid leaves right now. It is only a 70% change of rain, so it can only get slicker.
Catherine crossing one of the handmade bridges. Last year these creeks were waist deep. Maybe again tomorrow.
Bromont loves it here. Tomorrow he gets to spend the whole day in the woods.
