Get Off My Trail
I love the Timber Bell. I’ve had quite a few hikers thank me for the ringing that let’s them know an MTB is headed at them at high speed. I won’t ride without them anymore. I break them at a rate of about one per year. This year, this ride was the last of my current bell. Lucky for me the company has a great
Providence Canyon was in perfect condition. The ride – Providence Canyon The bike – Ibis Ripmo
On this perfect May afternoon with the Ripmo begging for time outside and my son on the Ripley today we spent some quality time flying and bouncing over the freshly cleaned and always joy inducing Providence Canyon. These are the days that we remember when we aren’t riding. Also Dev probably wanted to kill me after I pushed him to the edge of puking. The
I had intended to take the Bianchi out but the new treads are too wide and rubbing the frame. I hate to see it lose any of that beautiful celeste paint so we’re going in for a new tire. I switched to the Ripmo intending on riding the shore line trail. The day worn on. I had to get gas for the lawn mower and
The Ripmo, sick with cabin fever and winter time neglect convinced me that Providence Canyon was finally dry enough to ride and I succumbed to its temptation. I hauled my eldest son up with me which is exciting because he is finally strong enough to suffer alongside me. Snow and mud ensured our Ibis steeds and their riders came home in need of cleansing. No
It’s been a while but the Ripmo incurred a minor injury at the beginning of the climb on our second loop at the top. With a very loud clang a rear spoke gave up on life. Luckily we were climbing and able to stop quickly preventing the broken spoke from lodging against the disc brake or into the frame. I wrapped the dangling offender around
Fallen leafs and wet rocks make for a surprisingly slippery trail. The colors have hit the ground but are still beautiful. They make for a slippery experience with the hidden rocks kicking the Ripmo and I around the trail. The Ripmo got very irritated and started kicking tiny boulders throwing me around a bit resulting in some choice words. The ride – Providence Canyon The
It doesn’t get better than these colors and these temperatures. Fall doesn’t last long enough. The ride – Providence Canyon The bike – Ibis Ripmo
It’s hard to get off the bike when the scenery is this: The ride – Providence Canyon The bike – Ibis Ripmo
Autumn is not long enough. The skies of color have become carpets of color as the trees prepare for winter. The ride – Providence Canyon The bike – Ibis Ripmo