The Mukluk was in full commuter duty this morning as I flew warp speed downhill on a snowmobile trail with overinflated Larrys. The trail started to turn and it felt like I was going way too fast. Went for brakes, but I guess swapping wheels and rotors this morning didn’t help the brakes efficiency. Getting a little worried I thought WWSvenNysD? First, images of a mud covered Belgian hopping over barriers danced through my head. That isn’t going to help…Maybe if I can’t get this thing turned before I hit that fence? Back to the immediate situation, I remember seeing those Belgians sliding around corners moto style with one leg out. That’s it! I rip foot out of the pedal and prepare for epic corner shredding. Oh…the corner is done…and I’m already at the bottom of the hill…now with one foot out…I guess I should pay more attention to what’s going on?
