Conversational

It's not always about dropping the hammer. Corey, Jeff and I rolled South for a little trip down the Homestead Trail tonight. A headwind kept the conversation minimal on the way out, but as we turned back and sound decided to carry, we jumped into what I think of as our usual mode of operation.

July meant the Tour and doping coversations. Conspiracy, circumstance and pseudo-science, all of which circled the drain and ended (as it always does with the three of us) with a 2 to 1 vote against the hero in yellow.

We also turned to a quick discussion of 9 Mile and the fella worried about my decision to run a rigid fork again this year. Despite assurances that I have a plan, the concerned remained but conversation ended, more (I think) from them knowing that I won't change my mind more than anything else.