The sign has moved, but this view though. Nowhere else in the world can you get this view. #IYKYK

This was my first Fooses Friday ride back up in the backyard high country with a new hip and new-to-me whip. It filled my soul, boys. Filled my cold black heart with gratitude and mirth. I wrote lyrics in my head on the climb, and went zen on the descent.

Fee fye foe Fooses / I smell the mud on my homies getting looses

Mom nature steppin’ to us like she trying to front / But she rolled on through like a fat ass blunt

Berms and rocks and roots we be slapping ‘em / we ridin’ Fooses on Friday y’all that’s what’s happenin’

Forbidden Robs are down with the high pivot / When they on trail they ain’t leave a divot 

Out off the front with the highlighter attack / It’s mighty tidy whitey Singletrack Zach

Got a mud eatin’ grin and behind a million cabooses / This how we do because Friday’s are for Fooses

Am I crying? Nah, mate. It’s just raining on my face.