At some point during each of the last few years I have gotten frustrated with myself over my rodeo clown like style in technical single track and specifically riding rock sections. This became a mild obsession for me over the winter and into early spring. I found myself wondering if I should take a week off and simply go ride out West or go to Landahl and ride lap after lap.
A few weeks ago I was redundantly dancing over all over the subject again when, without thinking it through, I looked up at Mrs. Snob and said, "You know, what I need is a Technical Riding Improvement Plan."
She grinned a smart ass grin and replied, "You mean a 'T.R.I.P?"
"Ugh... yeah..."
Then a few days later, Sam was over and I started relaying the story above. As soon as I said 'technical riding improvement plan, I got called out again. "Like a 'T.R.I.P?"
Damn... nothing like being called out twice on the same boneheaded comment.
So now, I'm rolling with the goofball acronym like Abe Lincoln wrote it and H.L. Mencken approved it. Despite the rain (and currently hearing thunder outside), I'll be eyeing less gravel and more dirt as often as possible for the rest of the year.
The T.R.I.P. (also available in corn flower blue).
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You're going to need lots of legal advice before this is over.
Lebanon and Wirth before 24-9.
I just survived drunk Dalton brothers on a wet MoPac, I'll pass on what I can.
So I guess we'll see you Saturday at Ponca?
You should build a rock garden in your back yard. Twenty yards long and 5 feet wide.
Come on out to PDX and I'll show you some rocks... :)
Joe
you can swallow a pint of blood before you make yourself sick.
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