Most pressing question of the early eve, is what hill will we attempt? Giddy with speed and downhill momentum anyone will do especially when typically on these November eves we would be bundled indoors dreaming of downhill thrills like these. Habit shifts help on asphalt streets still steamy from the penetrating sunbeams and all-pervading thoughts of thank you for blessing me with these hotrod wheels that make me fly and soar above it all. It’s a vibe and we find a way through this life or does it find us once of course we activate our moonbeam…while we’re rollin’ hold on.