Dinner is ready, my bath isn't started and I still have my cycling clothes on. I assume you know what I am doing in what order. After riding the bike park at Mountain Creek today I feel great. Since the fatbike is my primary cycle and it hasn't suspension my learning curve is like climbing to the top of Hamburg Mountain from the valley. Seriously that climb is rough, and I took off since last Sunday riding. I am expecting cold snow and roller sessions tomorrow. No kidding, I hope a monster flake fest comes and fresh powder sessions go down. I had a miniature snow session on the ski resort patches today. I have been practicing lighting control in my studio setting, an essential task to tackle. My values of thought have been number on account of my practice. I have thoughts to frame some artwork too. I also want to learn leafing process. I have mentors in my life again, not ever is enough enough. I invented a new dance today called the dewey decimal, it is a dance for a small space like in a bathtub. It fits in the same area a card catalogue drawer pulls out to be. Monkey Knife Fight is going to be a heck of a grinder, I am still planning this being grape nuts of fun. From That Armadillo

Happy Easter is something I don't quite understand. A bunch of people like a guy and a bunch of people don't so they kill him and suddenly after they think he is dead, he runs away. If I killed anybody I would be near displeased they got away. However I used the holiday to cruise the bicycle. Fat bicycle everything everywhere anyway. I took it through the parks and trampled up a Wildlife Management Area, and met a guy with an epic ride trial head property. For those wondering, yes we have access to it. Next I met a guy on the phone with Jimmy, he says if you can climb that you can climb stairs. It humbled me into remembering those who cannot climb stairs. The comments of fat tires and no suspension linger like a long lost lover. I went under the lines long enough to find the Warner Brothers old Jungle Habitat. I rode their single track until dusk, at night fall I was finishing the race course on the Bear Scat 50 in the Wawayanda State Park. Under 50 miles in the day were ridden, with some tweaking the loop is going to be like an MP3 on repeat. The record of parks in a day went up pretty steep, I'm getting to let it climb. It was my ride because I wasn't sore from the Hell of Hunterdon the day before. I have been wrong about a license I wanted, good news for me. Oh look for me in the www.

It seems trail maintenance at KVSP has been and is dormant. The fallen trees have been down, and in the way long enough. We're talking about WAIST high trees, in places that don't have easy go around lines available. To go around theses neglected features; which I believe they are, we are going off the trial and ruining the wilderness. The bike shop that sponsored the group fixing the park closed too, not that it should be any reason for neglect. Last year the day before H2H (when H2H meant something) race day, a tree fell on the race course and a go around was put in for the race. Your trail maintenance after the race never included removing the tree, why? Was this because the park asked to leave it in the way? The last talk I made with the park super intendant was pro cycling in the woods, so his opinion was most likely not targeted in keeping the cyclist away. Hurting myself on the trees is not only a financial obligation, forcing me to maintain a single speed for this park but the limbs that have not been cleared after falling hurt my skin. Look I'm into serenity of trail maintenance, but last years dirt jump construction was rogue and waste of time it could have been clearing fallen trees. ----- Took a 19.1 Mile ride at Wawayanda State Park today, it was exhilarating. I made it on my fat bike! So it began with a mist to the air, then it became HUMID and I took to short sleeves. Going from dropping the bar mits to now sleeves I'm feeling insecure as I strip. I'm excited for the Monkey Knife Fight looking at a possible Warm Showers room. Holiday is this Sunday, so I'll be composing an epic ride for it!

Wheel lacing is fun, a crucial element to sustain riding self reliantly. Cuba is my go to place to travel, it's been the top for some while yet. Mountain biking the country and coast is my goal! Once my car insurance drops I'll get the trip before the car. It's coming up to be a quiet weekend to get some great riding, with cooperation from the weather. I have been considering relocating south again. I haven't posted in a while until now. Pressuring pressure reflects the tension. Monkey Knife Fight is coming still, I can't wait to get the gravel hills flowing underneath. Riding the pizza car into the dark limits out of the door riding, indoor environment is rougher than any climb. Rain coming tomorrow as the weather channel promotes. I wished to run today, farther then I winded up running. I'm also anxiously awaiting the Bear Scat 50 and Spring Cleaning event Black Bear Cycling hosts in Wawayanda State Park. I have a mental coin stuck flipping on how to best approach the best topic. Photography has been an ever occurring event. I'm going to begin to make show of something soon. From That Armadillo.

Spindle slip off, slip back on the spindle pedal. It stayed clipped in my shoe the whole ride, but only gave me issues two miles in. The other twenty seven to the shop was joy. Pressing hard on the good side, the other was just hardly in place. The ride sure handed me the better side of reality in my face. I liked the roller feel into the early ride, I noticed some of my sketchy feelings while balancing through time. I'll improve shortly, however I'm getting ready for the Monkey Knife Fight! The bike feels good, though the saddle fits awfully. The sun glasses were called macho man and set a trend just as I put foot in the bike shop. Always a party, and by party I mean everybody is the apples in the tree and its getting shook. All our trees are getting shaken and were dropping apples. Heads up! That armadillo was real low key today, hardly bumped over any lumps from their paw pushed earth. Two reconditioning ideas are ostriches and Arizona. Wondering if my skill set is increasing, imagine it is; it is. The winter of 2015-2016 is over, I survived only lost one goat. Spring has come the snow is chasing it. Home is filled with family again, the cat has skin.-- That ARmadillo

Bald eagles are modern drain pipes. In all conditions things lay, my newest stuff is wonderful. Recovery is challenging when the limits were tweaked, throwing myself up the extra three hills is getting my endurance up. Roller trick of today was picking up the bottle from the cage with either hand and returning it to the cage without looking on the bottle. Trying the unicycle without reading how to ride seemed easier, earlier. Non metric standard waved a flap on the face today, it hurts my feelings. So I saw a bald eagle in a drain pipe instead. Downloading some maps of the area is getting hype in my head to get on some long distance woodland rides. I'm going to print them on the printer, then highlight the path. Strava may have K.O.M though K.O.F is what my pride sees. King of the Forest. Stay evergreen, and blow up your tires. Get out and roll on a ride.

Eventful rains storm hasn't been going anywhere and has been around longer than ice in the summer. I mean it's been raining unpredictably and outside ridings' been off. Look the trails have mud I don't use even my fattest tire bicycle over them. Rutland is a city in Vermont, not on my behalf once I rode the trail. I would put in some road days, waiting for the dirt to crust up. The rollers has been where the wheels spin now, learning how to let go. It's the hardest thing when it comes to cycling on rollers. Once my grips leave my palms my control goes loose, I dumped it twice over the side. Learning to ride makes me better, it should. I am getting ready for Monkey Knife Fight, officially registered and hoping on the job time off. Reasons to boat sure are cramping my brain, the water very high is coming. I was semi invited to kayak and likely I am strictly excited to come. I want to create, so I am looking up to getting artwork on the wall and into production. I have formal supplies at my eyesight however long it takes it does. I miss ownership entitlement often, though my mind is getting scrubbed shy from old time.