DH is out of town, so my friend K. and I went to Fair Hill for some mountain biking. He's only been there once and DH leads when we go, so it was the blind leading the blind. We managed to get pretty lost at one point. However, I was pleasantly surprised how much I remembered.

I was having trouble with my front derailleur for the first few miles. It either would shift down to the granny, or it would throw the chain directly past the granny and onto the bottom bracket shell. It must have been gunk in the derailleur, because it seemed to eventually work its way out. After that, things were great!

We found some great singletrack that we'd never done before, and I rocked an obstacle that I normally balk at. All in all, it was an awesome ride I scrubbed the heck out of the front derailleur when I got home