Get Off My Trail
When I get on a light mountain bike I feel like I’m riding a rocket. My recent test of the Pivot Mach 4 SL reminded me of how fun a short travel, light mountain bike can be. Then I get on the Bianchi and I remember what a light, rocket really feels like. Coming in at a svelte 16.5 pounds with a bit of wattage
When legs, heart and lungs are all in sync and the bike perfectly tuned, the euphoric hum of the road leaves you with a sensation of flying over the asphalt. I like those days. Today was not one of them. Every, “shut up legs,” was met with an equally powerful, not family friendly response from my quads. I gave up on pushing at all and
Continue readingIn search of horse power (since I have none)
I was planning on spending some quality time with the Ripley this morning. I did all the usual things like air the tires and lube the chain and then took off. The Ripley has Crank Brothers double shot pedals. I thought I was being smart and using some flat pedals that my son could ride without being clipped while still having a cleat that I
Speed Mountain hosted the Pivot demo fleet this week at Providence Canyon. I can’t resist smashing other people’s hardware into rocks and I signed up for a morning test ride on a Mach 4 SL and a Trail 429 for the afternoon. At 9am I did two things I almost never do. First, I drove to the trail head. Second I left the Ripmo in
Rode in the morning shade of Green Canyon all the way up and hit the top just in time for the sun to warm my downward journey. Green is pretty perfect and some kind, trail hero cleared the log jam at the top. The ride – Green Canyon The bike – Ibis Ripmo
It rained. I was outside, all dressed and ready and then it rained. I found myself on Zwift once again. I might have to move to a warmer climate during the winter. Then again I would miss the skiing. The bike – Trek Madone 6.9 The ride – Zwift
Sometimes it is about the numbers. I was so close to 50 miles as I got closer to home that I couldn’t help but throw on a few miles. The problem is that all the roads are torn up or covered in mud because they were recently torn up. After dodging the junk I scored an extra mile and crossed the 50 barrier. Then I
I could not drag my butt out of bed this morning. There are consequences to laziness. In the summer being baked by the Utah sun is my punishment. Of course, the beauty of Logan Canyon is the reward. The ride – Logan River Trail The bike – Bianchi Cavaria
Another, “watch your head” warning. In spite of my body’s inability to produce any significant power I decided I missed Providence Canyon too much to not try a quick up and back. I’m not sure if it’s because I’m still not processing information correctly or if the trees really are starting to lean into the trail more than they used to but I managed to
I’ve been recovering this last week which means sleeping and generally living in a foggy haze. Fresh air and a nice slow ride helped to clear my brain a bit. Still, only a bit since this virus leaves you feeling unable to push hard. For the next few days I imagine I’ll be lollygagging along the highways. The ride – Paradise The bike – Time