I've got my Maine mojo on. It's the mojo you get from riding miles of sweet backcountry singletrack in the morning, taking a dip in a pristine New England lake at lunchtime, and then knocking back a stiff mid-afternoon Tanqueray and tonic on the back deck.
Thanks to Cliff (our guide from Back Country Excursions) for leading the ride, providing us a few welcome riding pointers, and administering first aid as needed (it was needed). We even stopped for a breather at a natural blueberry patch bursting with fresh natural energy food. Also kudos to my brother-in-law Jeff who gamely jumped from the mundane grind of roadbiking into the unfamiliar territory of mountain biking. He even got a "granite kiss" on the forearm to memorialize the ride (note the mo7s crash counter reset).
If the G&Ts and Advil do the trick, we may head north this Friday to Sunday River for a taste of downhilling.
"Great things are done when men and mountains meet. This is not done by jostling in the street"
-- William Blake