Get Off My Trail
Devin has been researching the perfect gravel bike (for him) for months. REI put the Cannondale Topstone on sale for $400 off which trigger a trip to Salt Lake to go pick it up. He put in his longest ride ever on it yesterday and his second longest today. Today’s ride was quite a bit of dirt so we’ll call today his toughest ride yet.
The hurricane force winds at the mouth of Logan Canyon keep the timid from entering. However, once you break through the invisible wall the forest meditation is serene. The ride – Logan River Trail The bike – Bianchi Cavaria
My rides take longer because I keep stopping to take pictures. The wildflowers are in bloom and the river is running high. The ride – Zwift The bike – Trek Madone 6.9
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
A morning ride in Logan Canyon never disappoints. With perfect dirt and wildflowers in bloom I could have spent the day wandering up and down the extraordinary hills of this amazing place. The ride – Logan River Trail The bike – Bianchi Cavaria
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
The winds at the mouth of Logan Canyon protect the beauty within like the fierce storms that protect the fabled Shanngri-La. Once I pass through the wind tunnel the air becomes still, the sky beautiful and the trail perfect. As I ride along the river, the organic smells of a forest morning filled my nose. The plants dry and wither as I climb in the
A bit more rain fell last night and Logan Canyon wasn’t exempt from the moisture. After a dry summer and drought the rain is welcome. I took the Bianchi up the Logan River Trail for what turned out to be a community event. Everyone in the valley took advantage of the cooler temps and settled dust and took to the hills. It’s OK I had
The Bianchi calling my name I woke ready to bask in the serenity of forest and stream. My pathway to zen required slaying the morning dragon. Like Don Quixote I set off on my steed to slay the imaginary beasts that stand guard at the gateway to Logan Canyon. While Don would face windmills I would battle the invisible force that propels the demons of
Years ago after I picked a road bike and had tried my hand at mountain biking I knew that what I really needed was a cross bike. I found a Bianchi Cavaria frame at just the moment when I upgraded the Dura-Ace 7800 on my Madone 6.9 to Dura-Ace 7900. I combined that with some Stan’s tubeless rims matched with American Classic hubs. The Dura-Ace