Double Mojo

Much better day today. Double MOOTS pleasure.

I just wasn't feeling it yesterday. Nothing wrong, just nothing right. Until I got home and got out for a night ride with the pup. But even before then, life still wasn't feeling exactly right.

As I attached the lights and suited up, it clicked. My Kanza Killer Cow protection sticker was gone. Somewhere during the Chickasaw race when I was plugging way in my pain cave, the mud and wet combined to rip my lucky sticker off my fork. Hence robbing me of some mojo.

Power restored.

So before my ride, I remedied the situation. Double Mojo added. All feels right with my world again. Ka-chow.