Riding out of my garage to paved trails is just too easy. Need to get back to the dirt.
In the mean time, went back to Tomahawk creek today.
Heard "On your left!" about 20 times. I mean even those with some kind of road skates were passing me.
Excuse me while I develop a whole new complex. I'm like the Carrion flower blooming. Stinking slow. (human at right for scaling purposes only)
Skater number 1.