Get Off My Trail
Forgot my water and had to turn around. Riding up the River Trail there were cones and caution tape indicating that someone clearly did not want company on the path. I ended up on the road to by pass the tree trimmers. I use trimmer loosely as on the way back I rode until I came across the trimming team and had to turn around.
A couple of deer were just chillin’ on the canal trail that I ride to get to Logan Canyon. The ride – Logan Canyon River Trail The bike – Bianchi Cavaria
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
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
The pure beauty of Logan Canyon override my body’s inability to produce any meaningful energy or speed. Some days are just a weak day. The ride – Logan River Trail The bike – Bianchi Cavaria
I woke up this morning and thought, “I would really like to beat my brains out against the rocks,” so the Bianchi and I headed to the Logan River trail. It’s so pretty and also covered in loose rock. Today there was lots of new and rather large rock and I wondered if I had missed an earthquake over the weekend. I ended the dirt
Took the Bianchi out today to see how many missed shifts we could rack up together. The Bianchi upped the game by randomly shifting at inopportune moments. It was fun. The ride – Logan Canyon The bike – Bianchi Cavaria
First ride out on the Bianchi this year. I must re-adapt to the pounding it provides on rocky trails. The Logan River is running high. The ride – Logan River Trail The bike – Bianchi Cavaria
Logan Canyon is a beautiful place that hides a lot of small beautiful places. To get to those beautiful places requires passing two tests. First, the dragon awaits the adventurer. Push hard past the dragon’s breath and you will be rewarded. Second, while facing the dragon’s breath you must climb through moon dust and marbles. Crest the hill and you shall pass the gates into
I’ve been watching the rides of a bunch of my Strava acquaintances. They are all in France riding all the amazing segments of the Tour de France – past and present. It looks amazing and it’s easy to be jealous. Someday I will follow in their footsteps and climb all the lung busted roads of the Pyrenees. Until that day comes I have to remind