Sometimes you need a target, a goal, something to aim at, something to work towards. It should be fun to try to hit, but difficult. Hitting the target should ring true in your ear. After, as you run down the trail with a small feeling of satisfaction, knowing there will be hills to climb, you will remember that the targets were set with friends. The type of friends that meet you at 4 AM on a cold dark morning in the middle of winter, dreaming of some far off run through the mountains of who knows where, ready for whatever adventure awaits.
Good luck to all you bandit racers. Let one fly on Saturday, you will be glad you did.
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Bansky says.... "Not bad for a bunch of novices. But, my advice would be to give up any aspirations of becoming trail artists. Just stick with the running guys...."
I don't know... you have to start somewhere.
The writing on the car door ("Bosho 26") looks suspiciously similar to the writing on the hand-drawn map of the Bosho course that Christian made. I have some ideas about who perpetuated this act of vandalism...
Whoever wrote that on the door is clearly a fan of NASCAR. Anyone who knows me knows my feelings on NASCAR. Following that logic I'm absolved.
I took a good throw at the car last Sunday...missed by a long shot. I don't remember the car having a new paint job that morning. Looking forward to it.
This poor car - first, it gets driven up a rough dirt road, crashed down a steep gully, and abandoned in the woods. Then, some mean trail runners throw rocks at it. And now it's gotten NASCARed.
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