It's 9:05 on a Sunday night, and in all likelihood, this trash will not get posted until the wee hours of Monday morning, which is for the better, since my blood/alcohol limit is blatantly illegal - not that I wouldn't ride a bike down to the Power and White District in order to punch a brah - and in the vein of the Member's Only jacket from 1984 we can only assume that my depths of perception are horribly altered. That being said, lettuce take a shallow dive into a palpable, first-world problem: I have yet to hit an IMBA Epic in North-Central Arkansas, known as the Upper Buffalo Wilderness.
Yes, I am well aware that I will more than likely miss the grand opening of the Slick 80, a new trail system cut by Tylor and crew a stone's throw from Branson, MO. and this pains me to no end, but in reality - a dimension that I rarely have the ability to visit - I cannot in bad conscience attend such Saturnalian frivolities without losing my tenuous grip on virtuality.
For the sake of my 100% Christian Fundamentalist readers, I will annotate any list of the trail systems within a 4-hour drive of the city center of Kansas City - and it's lackluster menu of Chilaquiles - and birth a commentary on the plethora of dirt that is available directly on the doorstep of yours liarly: yes, we ( The Whitest of Mike) paid Two Rivers Mt. Bike park a visit this last week, and, though its flow may be legendary, Landahl is still the King of the Hill, the Cock of the Roost. The omnipresence of Swope Park may take the mainstream media attentional focus for KCMO -and that is with justified justification - still, my all-time favorite blow-job is the aforementioned Blue Springs/Indep-Mo system that never fails to dissappoint. Not only can one find orgasmic #rockybukake in droves at Landahl, but all can experience the bloody, hardcore goodness that promotes proper dental care as well as holistic nocturnal emissions.
This dude -who shall remain nameless - had a minor spill at one of our oldest trails ( SMP )
and, since he was solo, I cannot speculate on the over-arching reasons that lead to his ER visit; the metaphor I am searching for is not unlike Alanis Morissette's false irony: rocks are hard, even if you are soft.