Bruised. Battered. Cut open. Even with all the protective gear that has the ability to make one feel invincible once worn. And that’s just the start. First time I took my new downhill rig after buying it a day earlier and she immediately made going down with her worth every penny. All the pain, the exhaustion, the blood and pain are all worth that rush you get when you’re flying down the hill with jump, drops, banks, literally everything. I’ve never felt so free, so happy with my life but I’ve never been so broke and distant with photography as well. It is pure bliss, but we’re not in a perfect world. There’s always compromises.
