Further to the above - my vote is coy cleats south.
Rode at west Bragg today and for one of the few time this year, I did not feel the need to wash my bike after getting home as the trails were quite dry (perhaps it did not rain there last night).
One a personal note, I had a tough day on my bike as my legs felt horrible and at point it felt as if my chest was going to explode.....after leaving the lot I was thinking I was going to give up the ride at the end of bragging rights; however, I gutted it out. Thanks to riding buddy who kept waiting for me.....
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