I hadn't seen it since I'd been home. After last week in California and Utah, I was getting pretty used to it. This time of year if you get one sunny day a week in Nashville, you're stoked. It ain't right, just a reality. This morning I flung open the shutters (we don't have shutters, it's just a saying) and to my surprise, there it was, in all it's flaming glory. The Sun. My best friend. I think it's a sign. Odds are by the end of the day I'll be pumping the pump track.
Stumbled upon the biggest dirt jumps I've ever seen hit on a 20:
A little mini-velodrome action?
Tonight the mountain bikers of Nashville will hopefully descend on the Warner Parks meeting at the Nature Center at 6:30 to help determine the future of the new land acquisition.