After a winter spent flitting between the fatbike (sometimes lightly laden, other times loaded for bear) and the 29+ rig, occasionally interspersed with a bit of paddling here and there, today I got onto my mountain bike.
A proper 29" full suspension trailbike.
Felt like the first time all year. Wasn't, but definitely felt like it.
And damn if it didn't feel like coming home again. The simple pleasure of leaning back to manual through silly amounts of chunk on the back wheel cannot be overstated. And I missed it dearly.
Tis the season--80 degrees in the forecast for tomorrow.