is it fall yet? I miss cyclocross

One night, late in cross season last fall, we went on a group ride that was just a big circle of the city.  We rode a lot of bike paths, some ski trail and some singletrack.  The grass and singletrack felt slow under my 32s.  It was bumpy, uncomfortable, annoying, undesirable.  I needed a break.

Last night on my commute...  on the short section of dirt singletrack that I've worn the grass off of by the railroad tracks, the grassy climb past the trailer park, the off-camber section around the fence down by highway 63.  My bike leapt forward, asking for more throttle, begging me to push it.  

I can't wait.

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