Yes, it’s a One Speed. I wanted to seek the place where I could ride no longer. And I found it. I felt pretty good going into the last climb. Made it to about 9,600 and my engine just shut down. We joke that Singlespeeds really have two speeds: Sitting and standing. There is a third. It’s called pushing. I recovered at the very end of the ride but I need to be on gears spinning huge rides. We leave on the 5th for a 10 day stint at the beach, with only rusty cruisers and family. I plan to be ready to settle into that without any angst.
Even on a hazy, deliriously gorgeous Monday morning after way too much riding….The Spot knows the way. Humid, cool clouds, a rocking climb over the back of Flagstaff in the early hours…legs came back nicely after about an hour of grimness.
A river runs through it
Honey, I'm ready (again)
We don’t get extended mud riding here. So, when we get temps in the mid-30′s and three days of hard rain….it’s an anomaly. A chained bike would have died on contact for the last three days. Thanks to the belt – and my stubborn nature – I got about 10 hours of riding ‘under my belt’ this weekend. I am exhausted, happy and looking forward to some sun.
Huge weekend on two-wheels with some 16 hours in the saddle. That, plus the 5+ hours on trail running, hiking, sleeping really made it feel like Spring. This morning’s ride was brutal and time-trial-esque as I sprinted to catch our carbon nuetral bus. The additional 7.5 miles of flat might have put me under. I tipped in at under 170 pounds this morning, which is getting light. Shenna warns me that The Vapor is a long way out, and I need to chill. Hard to chill. Gotta chill – but it’s hard to chill. I don’t want to lose too many notches in the belt too early. So, ice cream and beer – here I come.
Riding the future of Ned
Sign 'o' the times
I will keep this simple as to not wax on forever. But, despite snow in the air as I write this (true) there is some singletrack to ride up here. And it is tacky and lovely – and I have to say that I believe a new day is dawning (and no I am not referring to remote infared cam’s in the woods to observe) I am talking about Re-Root and Sam’s CLub and the new era that is being cracked open right now. Today is the future. It’s a new year. Show your trails some love. Dedicate 5% of your time to trail maintanence. The magical thing that you will discover – is that the next time you ride that section you cleaned up, or maybe re-routed out of a drainage, or just gave some care to. When next you ride it – you will feel a sense of elation and ownership and your trail experience will never be the same. Do it. Just Do It. It’s only natural.