Giant metal airplane with the Ibis Ripmo

The Dr is missing the second half dozen of his trail

Labor day weekend means hanging out with my wife’s family. It’s a fun annual tradition, a chance to reconnect with family your rarely see and a great opportunity to spend some two wheel time in the dirt. Power Mountain is a great place to ski in the colder months. I had never visited on a mountain bike. The Ripmo and I were glad for the

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Providence Canyon Trail

RIP Ripley (rear shifter)

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

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Pivot Mach 4 SL

A Pivotal moment

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

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Spring creek in Providence Canyon

Dust and mud

The Ripmo ran into a twin at the top of Providence. They quickly exchanged pleasantries as we finished the top loop. As we dropped into the creek I was reminded that by the time August rolls around usually the trails are inches deep in moon dust. This year, with copious rain, the trails are packed and the creek is still running. The Ripmo has a

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Creek crossing in Providence Canyon

Mud on my face

The Ripmo enjoys ripping, tearing, screaming through the forest throwing rock and mud and debris everywhere. The morning after summer thunderstorms the trails are moist like a cake take right from the oven. Then you bit into bits filled with molten chocolate. The mountains are like that but instead of chocolate we return home caked in dirt with a few weeds and probably a bit

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