I was rollin' down Butano Truck Trail trying and trying with all my might to stay on Potter's wheel. Mind you, Potter is rolling on Zipp 404's. On freaking gravel. The Gods of descending have blessed him. Regardless he's now a visage. Dust clouds separate us...Willy from Santa Cruz Bikes goes by. God$&@mit was that a bell I heard when he passes by. I'm feeling good. In a groove. A few loose patches has my tail slide a bit. Deep rut...high berm then I'm flipped like a pancake. Instant deceleration. Instant Steel Wul tattoo.