This was possibly the last ride of the season. South facing trails are turning into the kind of mud that takes a rut rather than an imprint. All other aspects have a glazed snowy covering. My muscles are starting to remember the bite of a scraper on storage wax, the meditative groove of the skin track, the V2's rhythmic pendulum and resulting glide - but it's hard to let go of that single track.
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