2026 Southridge Winter Series, Race #4
"Hey, what's going on down here?"came a croaking question from up the hill, a long jump away. I had just taken a pic as another rider raced past. I hadn't noticed anyone else around, and certainly wasn't expecting to see a couple of crows perched on that big boulder above, watching the proceedings. I wasn't sure which one asked the question, both of them looked the same to me. I narrowed my eyes and cocked my head to the side. Mimics, they both did the same, then, "I ask again sir, what do you call this?" I call it a race. A mountain bike race, it you want to be specific. "Is that so? A race, huh." Just then a couple of their comrades screamed by low to the hillside. Pushed along by the wind, they were doing what fifty, sixty, seventy, more? I could only guess. "Now that, that is what you call a race, caw" the one on the left called out. "Yeah, we tried joining in, but you people on those contraptions, you're too slow,...
