Yesterday, there was a bad storm coming across my path on the way home. I took a detour that got me through and around the worst of it, but I somehow found myself in the national forest. I don't know HOW that happened.
Remember Mallcrawler Parkway? (It's still there.
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I had a blast ripping down these roads at 50 to 60mph in spite of how slimy they were. The DRZ handled it like a boss.
I was concerned that I might be a bit rusty. NOPE. I almost laughed out loud when my old racing theme song got stuck in my head once again.
Before I would head to the start chute of each race, I would jump in my van and crank up "Balls to the Wall" by Accept. (I was a B Class rider in the East Coast Enduro Association.)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B_3TlrZLpQ0