This weekend I learned that there's tarantula sized spiders that live in Great Smokey Mountain National Park, the built in bear hangs make for a fabulous ridgeline for a gigantic group tarp, and the best bath I've ever had took place in an ice cold river after a day of being so drenched in sweat, dirty and smelly that I felt I was reborn. All in all, no body died, bears didn't come and destroy all of our stuff, spiders didn't carry us away, and I got to be paid to play in the woods. But I do wish I could measure the amount of sweat that was excreted from me in fluid ounces... Safe to say that weekends like this don't suck.
Sometimes you forget to wear padded butt shorts. Sometimes you catch mud just right and then you take a bath in it. Sometimes you clip a tree and it sends you sailing. Sometimes you rip your pizza socks. Sometimes you burp almost all of the air out of your back tire from riding dirty. Sometimes you realize you forgot to take your hand pump with you, which makes you have to ride filthy. Sometimes The Downfall of us All comes on your speaker as you start bombing down a long downhill and it makes you feel invincible. Sometimes you end a ride with ripping down a trail perfectly. Sometimes the good outweighs the bad... All in all, days like this don't suck!