When you get older it's easy to talk about the good old days. We used to do this, we used to do that, and with a few beers involved the stories get bigger and bigger. Yesterday we were at Sheep Hills in Costa Mesa. First time I was there must have been in 1990 with Dave Voelker, Dave Nourie, Stephan Prantl and Aaron. We drove up from San Diego to this dirt spot which really wasn't more than a few piles of dirt back then. Sheep is the best after a bit of rain, but not too much. If it's too dry it falls apart, if it's too wet, you can't ride because of the mud. We'd heard that it was built up again so it was worth the try. It was dusty already but then the temperatures were in the 90-s. You know what it's like when you get to a new (dirt) spot. The gaps look big and basically it's all or nothing. Getting used to the rhythm takes time and having been off the bike for months because of the shitty weather back home didn't really help. Still got to snap a photo (thanks Andy) of the 30 minute session. Wish I could stay for 10 more weeks like in the past but times and responsibilities have changed but that is no reason to hang up your ride.