Which means that I'm jonesing to ride trails.  Midwest trails in the fall are some of the best memories in my bmx life.  Something about the way the dirt smells, packs and rides.  It's that time where you can almost loose yourself on this mad planet for a moment, where everything is good and nothing can bother you, whether you're dealing with crazy amounts of homework, bills, where you're going to get your next meal...riding the trails in the fall is almost like a teleportal to a coexisting universe where everything is in harmony.  Possible string theory at work?  Who knows...maybe it's the coffee I just had this morning that has my mind drifting back to those moments.  Have a great weekend!


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