A place

You get to that same spot about the same time every day. You see the familiar faces of the janitors and landscapers. You work on some stuff, mess up a lot, and luckily you pull one or two things. You’re tired and there are cars in the way now just when you were getting going. The same cars are there everyday it seems and why do they always park there? I’m not to sure what you call a good spot to ride at, but this is a photo of an awesome one in the middle or nowhere in Colorado.