Get Off My Trail
Dropping back out of Blacksmith Fork Canyon I got a huge draft as a convoy of semi trucks passed. As they broke the wind the smell of breaking wind encouraged me to drop off that draft as fast as possible. I felt the experience and appropriate metaphor for a ride that started out rather crappy. Today was my second ride out in the real world
Spring has arrived. It’s not raining. My bike is wonky and won’t shift when I ask but does randomly shift at the most inopportune moments. The randomness adds a little spice to the ride. Utah received plenty of snow and the spring run off is flowing fast and furious. After spending the winter riding with my own stench in the basement, the smells of the
Had serious leg crams last night as my quads and hamstring got revenge for what I put them through on the MTB. Today we compromised and took a recovery ride to Paradise. The sun shone, the temperature was a perfect 70 degrees and there was but a gentile breeze. It’s hard to pick better road bike days. If it wasn’t for meetings and complaining legs
It’s starting to get hot during the day. It rained last night. I decided to seize the moment between rain and getting hot. I ran the usual loops and came across this guy. Always nice to have traveling companion. The ride – Providence Canyon The bike – Ibis Ripmo
A crazy day of meetings and general work meant I didn’t ride until evening. I can’t complain the temperature was in the 70s and even though the trail was a bit busier than if you hit in in the early hours there wasn’t a terrible amount of congestion. The ride – Providence Canyon The bike – Ibis Ripmo
Took and evening ride with Devin. We had a great time. He was climbing hard. We got to the top and his front tire was totally deflated. The sealant had dried out leaving him with a slow leak. Luckily, another ride lent us a pump. He managed to get half way down but was robbed from the full downhill experience when the front tire finally
With a lot of clouds, a bit of cold and a touch of wind I headed out for a couple of loops in Providence Canyon. I could hear a few drops hitting the leafs around me but I wasn’t getting wet and the trail wasn’t getting muddy. I like those kids of days. On the second round I started to feel the sting of tiny
I love the mountains and I spent a lot of time there. Cache Valley has some pretty amazing roads. After neglecting my road bike for quite a while I decided it was time to go out for some asphalt meditation. The weather was spectacular. The ride was perfect. The ride – Paradise The bike – Time VRS Fluidity
I had intended to take it easy on the climb but then a kid passed me and my stupid kicked in. My legs were crying but my ego pushed my heart, lungs and legs until satisfaction could be found at the top of the trail. They are all on strike now but the ride was pretty great so I think I might be able to
Logan Canyon is a beautiful place. I’ve been wanting to take out the Bianchi again (in spite of an unruly rear derailleur). With every change of the season Logan Canyon brings a new feast for the eyes. On the last climb to the rock slide I was pushing as hard as I could and not paying attention to much else. I came around the corner