Echelon in rock gardens

(right, My new, used Fuji Cross)

This has been said before I’m sure. . . . Cross has settled in me, turned around the idea that it had to be mountain bike or road bike but never both. That I could not enjoy smooth speed and single track on the same bike ride.

That I could not have echelon in rock gardens.

No finesse with flame, beauty with brawn, you know it—the lace and the leather—or rather lycra shorts and whippet print jersey.

There, it’s been said again.