Huge weekend on two-wheels with some 16 hours in the saddle. That, plus the 5+ hours on trail running, hiking, sleeping really made it feel like Spring. This morning’s ride was brutal and time-trial-esque as I sprinted to catch our carbon nuetral bus. The additional 7.5 miles of flat might have put me under. I tipped in at under 170 pounds this morning, which is getting light. Shenna warns me that The Vapor is a long way out, and I need to chill. Hard to chill. Gotta chill – but it’s hard to chill. I don’t want to lose too many notches in the belt too early. So, ice cream and beer – here I come.
Riding the future of Ned
Sign 'o' the times
I will keep this simple as to not wax on forever. But, despite snow in the air as I write this (true) there is some singletrack to ride up here. And it is tacky and lovely – and I have to say that I believe a new day is dawning (and no I am not referring to remote infared cam’s in the woods to observe) I am talking about Re-Root and Sam’s CLub and the new era that is being cracked open right now. Today is the future. It’s a new year. Show your trails some love. Dedicate 5% of your time to trail maintanence. The magical thing that you will discover – is that the next time you ride that section you cleaned up, or maybe re-routed out of a drainage, or just gave some care to. When next you ride it – you will feel a sense of elation and ownership and your trail experience will never be the same. Do it. Just Do It. It’s only natural.
LaBrea tar pits got nothin' on us
All Clear. Fire Engines
It was 30 when I left. A ride and a push and a glide and a grunt and an egg sandwich and a bus ride. And now….back to the bike. Gotta triple down before I head to Chicago for a few days. Hopeing to roll some sweet new ‘crete and maybe even some trail. Time will tell.
Impervious to pain
Rest now young soldier
Neither rain, sleet or snow. 17 degrees. 10″ of fresh ‘snow’. I say ‘snow’ because it was kind of a corn chowder mash up of mashed up cookie batter that froze as soon as it hit the bike. I gotta say – a regular ‘chain’ bike would not have made it 100 yards. The Belt of Love never skipped. Never slipped. Never missed a beat. And the beer at the end of the rainbow never tasted better.
It's 7am. DO you know where your soul is?
Yes, It’s time. Time to be consumed by trails and weather and the GREAT OUTDOORS and exhaustion and life and sun and dirt and (SNOW) still. Poked in and out of a few things this am and there is still a TON of snow. In between the snow, however, there is some very good riding. The ground is rough, soaked, lotsa pine needles and debris and it feels like slow going. That said, I was twitching and ready to saddle up at 5:50 this am. I think – despite the terrifying wind – it’s almost time.