_“A zone that shall remain nameless”

To tell you the truth my thoughts recently have been much more “geared” (pardon the linguistic), toward two wheels and berm snakes. I know what you’re thinking; my loss of faith is second or maybe third to everyone else. But an early morning rise accompanied by a warm Americano and an uncharacteristically warm breeze definitely had me flipping the pages of catalogues in search of this year’s wheel set. This was until much more than the stars aligned. I was given three days and an urge to visit a friend. Some of you may attest to the unforgiving highways that show themselves as I plan to travel somewhere. Without fail I seem to always be battling road conditions, but this time was different, I welcomed the challenge of poor visibility and eerie highways as I knew, when my sled was to find its way to the top of that nameless zone the fruits would be the sweet to my bitter.