Get Off My Trail
After running out of time and ending up on Zwift yesterday I committed to setting aside the time to ride Providence today. The breath of Fall in the air contrasted with the hot sweat dripping from my helmet. The air was clear, the Ripmo was aggressive, my legs were weak. That last bit sucked and was totally my fault but my first loop had some
Where there is cow pucky there are cows. It took the Ripmo and I three laps dodging cow pies but the giant critters finally showed their faces. Most of it was dry and we escaped the truly nasty experience of coming home covered in manure based compost. At one point, in an attempt to clear the sweat from my face I instead poked myself in
I woke up to my legs whining about how they hurt and needed a day off so at the last minute I threw together all my bike gear. With the Ripmo in the truck I dropped my son off at school and headed to Green Canyon for a recovery ride. Turns out my legs lie. They spun the cranks just fine all the way up.
Morning meetings left me on the trainer but a nagging feeling wouldn’t let that suffice. As the work day drew to a close I told myself it was too late and that my legs were too burned up. Luckily, I came to my senses and before the sun gave up the day I grabbed Devin and he on his Ripley and I on my Ripmo
The organic perfume of a thirsty forest drenched by summer thunderstorms through the night filled my nose. In the high desert this is a rare scent. I drank deeply from the clear mountain air. The Ripmo clung to the moist dirt and in turn the dirt clung to the Ripmo. The wet rock provided precious little grip to the rear end and we’d frequently spin
As the Western United States burns to the ground and smoke fills the sky with an apocalyptic orange I impatiently wait for the mornings when the mountains are visible from my home. This morning was just such a moment. The Ripmo, weary of sitting in the garage tore through the ruble and moon dust. Like a pair of newly escaped convicts we crashed through Providence
Unable to endure another day on Zwift, the air be damned I set out to ride Providence Canyon. Then I totally forgot I had meetings 20 minutes after I left. I also forgot about the cows I had encountered on my Tuesday night down hill cheat day. In spite of all my negativity and inability to output very watts the ride turned out way better
Never have I ever … shuttled a mountain bike ride. At least not to get to the top just to let gravity do all the work. Tonight that changed. My son’s youth group wanted to ride Providence Canyon and so I agreed. Besides the air is toxic and I had already spent two hours on Zwift earlier in the day. this was also the shortest
When schools starts everyone is focused on getting kids to class on time and the greater populous puts off spending time on the mountain trails. It’s the best time to ride. Normally Green Canyon is the busiest trail in Cache Valley. I didn’t have the place to myself but the trail was generally devoid of human beings. It was not devoid of horse pucky. The
Dropped my son off to suffer at school whilst I headed into the mountains to ride. Father of the year I am, but clear air and perfect temperatures lured me into Logan Canyon to ride Jardine Juniper. Past sage brush and horse pucky I and the Ripmo climbed through dirt and over rock. We get along much better these days and we hardy fight at