Get Off My Trail
I am really lucky. I have a wife will will mountain bike with me. During the summer she pulled a tendon in her leg paddle boarding and has been patiently waiting for it to heal enough to get out and ride again. Tonight was that night. I’m pretty stoked she has her Mojo back. The Ride – Logan River Trail
The crisp air of Fall contrasted with the heat of an afternoon sun. My toes are still thawing out. They’ll thaw out. The colors of Autumn deserve every second that can be spent in the woods. The Ripmo was feeling especially aggressive today and the dirt was especially perfect allowing for a symphony of color, air and ripping. Now that we’ve worked out our issues
Cleanish air and cool Autumn temperatures mean the Ripmo must get high. High we went up into the mountains. Dropping over loose rock and then climbing up loose rock once again affirmed that the Ripmo is the best climbing bike I’ve ever ridden. On days when I can supply the horse power this thing will roll over anything in its path. We also took a
Never take clean air for granted. On this beautiful Autumn day when the canyons are lit up with color I find myself riding Zwift because the air is once again a miserable haze. I’m not happy. The Rides – Zwift
Best to teach them the right way when they are young. Between mowing the lawn and getting hair cuts we managed to ride the River Trail in Logan Canyon The Ride – Logan River Trail
Like a Las Vegas buffet the colors of Green Canyon fill you with an overwhelming visual gluttony. Indulge in this sensory feast. Move ten feet and fill your soul with the colors of Autumn. Although highly distracting from the traditional thrills of mountain biking Fall in these canyons deserves a few moments of visual consumption as the mind’s eye preserves a record to be cherished
After running out of time and ending up on Zwift yesterday I committed to setting aside the time to ride Providence today. The breath of Fall in the air contrasted with the hot sweat dripping from my helmet. The air was clear, the Ripmo was aggressive, my legs were weak. That last bit sucked and was totally my fault but my first loop had some
This morning the rooftops were covered with a think layer of frozen water – a sign that we were visited by the first frost of the season. Autumn bike rides are filled with color and confusion. The heat of the sun beats down and as long as you are at a stand still it could be summer. Get on a bike and the rush of
Continue readingThe bite of the morning air after the first frost
Where there is cow pucky there are cows. It took the Ripmo and I three laps dodging cow pies but the giant critters finally showed their faces. Most of it was dry and we escaped the truly nasty experience of coming home covered in manure based compost. At one point, in an attempt to clear the sweat from my face I instead poked myself in
Shorter days and cooler mornings means the forests are slowly painting the mountains with the colors of Fall. The Bianchi and I set out to indulge in the changes just getting started in Logan Canyon. The Bianchi is light and fast and unforgiving and I didn’t relish the pounding I take on the descent. However, for these views and sights I can endure 15 minutes