I got a new hard-tail for Christmas. I finished building it last weekend and got it out for the first ride. It was a perfect day for a shakedown run. The trails were mostly perfect but there were spots that were muddy, snowy, icy, dry and dusty all in one ride.
(Photos taken by Lars www.perspectiveparadigm.com)
Haven’t posted anything for a while…figured it’s about time. Had a nice solo ride during a little shower. It even let up enough for me to pull my camera out of the ziplock bag a couple of times.
Last night was another beautiful night for a ride with the lights. Cool temps, fast singletrack and a full moon made for an awesome ride.
Note: My friend Scott H took these pictures, I just am the guy in them!
I recently read an article in Bike magazine about sporting your helmet hair after a ride in order to give MTBers a defined, easy to spot look rather than trying to flatten it or cover it up with a hat. Being as though I like a Gyro helmet to protect my grey matter and the very thick layer of bone surrounding it, I like to call it the “gyro-hawk”.
If you see me like this, with a triple mohawk, you know it’s a good day.
It’s starting to get really hot in the high desert. Too hot. So I headed north to go ride in the pines at a very chilly 80 degrees with lots of shade and a cool breeze. 15 miles, 3500 feet of climbing, and 3 flats later I am satisfied.
I had a memorable ride for Memorial day. I tackled a trail that several years ago I got so scared on that a buddy had to hike my bike for me while I crawled my way off of the trail back to safety.
This trail has absolutely no room for error- it is no wider than a xc handlebar. There is a cliff going up immediately on the left of you, and a cliff going down immediately on the right. There’s some plant life that somehow hangs on to the downhill side of the trail to give you a very false sense of security in most places. The wall to the left often hangs out over the trail requiring you to duck down way low and take the outside edge of the trail while trying to make sure that your bar and pack don’t rub the wall. As if this isn’t enough, the masochist who built the trail decided it would be fun if there were some nice technical climbs that show up out of nowhere and short descents with many rocks waiting to eat your front tire and catapult you off the trail, just to make sure you are on your A-game. By the time you make it to the slick rock sections, you don’t even notice the fact that you’re on a crazy steep roll with a very short runout that looks like you’re about to fall off the planet because, well, you are.
I like what Lennard Zinn, professional rider, bike builder and author had to say about this trail: “I want to make it 100 percent clear that I would never recommend this trail to anyone. Even for riders with sky-high skills and confidence, the right equipment, including flat pedals and grippy tires and shoes, and everything in perfect working order on their bikes, I think it is still crazy. A fall here could easily result in death or a life in a wheelchair. I’m not kidding. So if somebody says to you, “Hey, let’s ride Hangover,” recognize that those could be the last words you ever hear, and reconsider.”
I hope your Memorial Day got you as stoked as mine did for me!
I’ve been forgetting to take photos while I am out riding so here’s a picture I took while enjoying a cold post-ride beer and watching the sunset on the red rocks. Happy Friday!
Last night I got out for my first night ride of the season. Riding at night seems to take the familiarity out of the trails, making me question every turn like I am on the trail for the first time. It’s fun having a relatively small beam of light to show the way; highlighting the green of the cactus and their pink and purple flowers against the red rock ribbon, watching lizards scrambling out of the trail last second and catching a glance of the shimmer of your light off of a mule deer’s eye, all only a few feet off of the trail.
In the dark, everything is so still and peaceful and quiet. Every plant that you graze, every rock that you roll over suddenly seems to make noises that you’ve never heard before. When you stop and shut your lights off it’s back to the silence and darkness you fully realize that its just you, your bike and the wilderness.
Sometimes it’s all about the ride. Sometimes it’s all about an ice-cold beer while sharing stories about the ride…