It's funny how a void can sometimes be filled with an unlikely 'thing'.
I have many gnawing voids at the moment;
Work, or lack of, placement, displacement, restlessness, and a subdued MTB 'ttude.
The Chameleon has filled my world with epic.
It's been a pivotal shifting of me back to 'here'.
Shifting me back to Single Track and taking it to the next level.
I can't, truly, get enough of this bike.
Or the man who brought it into my world.
Who brings a life book hand book of handling this bike,
to me, with me, with him,
limitlessly, possibilites, endless.
I have also had many MTB magic moments,
with magic MTB beings,
on the Lizard.
Seshing, cause we can.
Janza, taking it to the next level super stylin.
The lizard and I just blur into ride after ride of late.
Hanging out in forests.
Seems to be the place for me lately.
Seshing and seshing.
Dialling in and dialling it back in.
Repeated Chameleon forest sessions.
And I'm starting to feel this bike under me.
And rewards are well, Chameleon SMILES.
I, and Rain Man, seem to be able to talk the tyre,
on Chameleons, for hours. HOURS.
It never tires, my rides on this bike.
I'm still building strength and speed up.
But the technical aspect of handling the Chameleon,
has surprisingly come without resistance.
Days filled with blue skies, trees and dirt.
The heart wants want the heart wants.
And for me, repeated seshing fills my hearts content.
Nailing, railing, carving corners.
High lines. Cut apexes.
This bike will be the making,
of a whole new level of hectic,
for me, in my technical crazed pursuit.
The early morning forests have been perfection.
A scentful delight.
Joys of running into friends on trails.
So much joy the Chameleon brings.
My other steeds have been left hanging.
High and Dry.
And then everything with More. AGAIN.
Sometimes you hit a wall.
But push through it.
are my Single Track Mind,
The Chameleon and I are inseparable at the moment.
As is this man, my handler as a Chameleon, protege.
And well, the TRC, got handed to him,
for it's own schooling,
of take it to the next level,
Rain Man style.
pondering days of walking,
with furry friends,
always a bliss.
And well, really, that is all, it has been up to now.
The Chameleon and I
And a journey into bright white light,
is in my sight.