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.