The Gathering Storm.

I rode smarter today as I was saving myself for the Death March. Tomorrow, Stones Horsley and his flying circus will be descending on our sleepy burg. Once here, happier than a cat with a strawberry flavoured arse, Stones and his boys will rampage hither and yon detrminied to ride as many of our trails as possible before fanging back to the big smoke. I'll be riding with them. Should be a dead set blast as A) I thoroughly enjoy Stones' company B)Several hours of hard riding should take the sting out of missing my family C)It's always fun throwing the SS amongst full suspension disciples.