Hanceville Loop...scenic serenity

A late evening ride with the BF , P and Master. BF and P's tires were still laced with the smell of the hot melting tar of Mount Mitchell. The Masters reeked of Miller lite, which he had used the night before to buffer his pain from his Saturday dirt assault on Skyball with B. Although other options were discussed, P chose the Hanceville loop. The Hanceville loop is delightfully predictable and scattered with drying golden soy bean fields, leaning barns and the occasional crazy dog. I am always perplexed by the bicycle and everything else graveyard just before the hard left turn going out and always love the gradual climb of Hopewell rd. coming home.

The master "The Twilight Champion"

BF evidently sucked the air right out of my back tire. I found myself left alone with my first flat on the Proton wheels. It was an easy change and I was back in the garage before the first PPR was opened. Sometimes a ride like this is exactly what you need to put a weekend, that you mostly wish had never happened, behind you.