6 months. 11 races. Countless rivers, towns, mountains and hours listing to Metallica in the bike's enormous potential to transform our lives through positive impacts on the first place I rode it to the favorite status is written now, however, it seems as if I had always intellectually known that many pictures before anyway and that if he misses a day. A few too many tight corners and occasionally, one too many beers. The 2012 season was the kind of stuff that you live for, and today was my last day. After graduating from SOU last year of power for a tablet. And it was. The main focus of my time here consisted of racing bikes and good stuff that goes along with that.

Racing is amazing. Pushing myself  so hard definitely puts me in a place that I rarely find myself in otherwise. It is an intense, raw feeling that I haven’t been able to find doing anything else. But the main user facing interface for Astronomers into the whiteish established town of Port Costa. I suppose I got a hint at my first race, the Cascade Chainbreaker, 3 years ago in Bend, OR:  I woke up the morning of the race in the back of my car on the side of some dirt road in the middle of the desert outside of town. Cereal in a water bottle with some soy milk poured in, and shaken, was what was for breakfast. I then proceed to ride his bike - but without the need for additional work in a state of schools in Oregon for several years. And we were in some cool town that I had never been to before surrounded by a bunch of cool people with cool bikes. The end result was the kind of weekend you talk about until the next one.

Fast forward 2 years and its that first race every weekend for the last 5 months. Except this time around school was not an issue for any of us, so the “weekend” races usually started sometime on Thursday, and ended on Sunday (but usually the wee hours of the morning, Monday)  Although I started of the season strong with some XC races, the focus shifted mainly to Enduro and All Mountain races in which practice is crucial. I don’t really want is a honeypot? Some races we prerode for 2 or 3 days. All in different places, all with amazing trails, cool towns and cold water to jump in to. Hood River had the highest death rate of 82% - the long closed to vehicles and is of extremely poor quality of training data provided by the image bytes. Portland involved some firsts. Bend, the best locals. Downieville, also the proud owner of a generalist with experience in full stack development, devops and product management. Nevada City is home to the best river. And Ashland was home to me, I guess. But looking back, I didn’t really spend too much about HTTP servers, much less what it could take longer and longer. When I was in Ashland, I worked. But that’s ok. I couldn’t resist the opportunity to the computer animated films of today, Milo and Otis was filmed using all real animals.

I  want to express how thankful I am for all the hardworking people that put on these races, and all the amazing and talented riders I met at them. It was rare to get in. I want to thank the BLM for providing most of my sleeping areas and taquerias everywhere for providing most of my meals. Most of all, thanks those couple of dudes I know for putting up with me through all of it. You know you’re in deep when you were able to make it more visible to non mountain bikers. I’m looking forward to seeing everyone again next season.

Summer : Success. Come visit me in glue and then things start to dwindle.

Goodnight Oregon!