my weekend ride opportunities are kinda limited, especially since I took 4 weekends off for races already, but I think I can finagle the 15th of July off. anyone care to join me a some kind of death march. tahoe rim? i have a loop near kirkwood that’s pretty tough too. whatever.
I’ve been running low on the radar for a while, busy with school, work and wedding planning. But, I have been riding. Last weekend I was in Southern Utah enjoying some Slickrock. Here is a link to some of the photos I took.
whew, am i glad i’m sitting here in this 8′x20′ windowless box trailer in smoggy Riverside, CA for 10-14 hours a day, tweaking analytical equipment and crunchin’ numbers for field work. i mean, i might’ve found myself completely lost out on the Great Divide Race. as of the most recent post, 4 of the ~25 (?) riders have dropped out - logic ranging from broken bike parts to broken bodies. the rest are rolling along, strung out and trying to dry off from days of rain and snow. that’s cool, they’re definitely havin’ fun now! you can just hear it in their voices on the mtbcast pod casts.
other than the Cascade Cream Puff in Oakridge, OR in early July (20,000 feet of climbing and descending in 100 miles with loads of quintessential singletrack), the next big one on the calendar is the 24 Hours in the Sage. travelin’ to western CO, riding a bunch of trail up around the Monarch Crest, and partying down with the Gunni-folk was the highlight of last summer for me. this year’s a toss-up though, with conflicting dates and the 12 of 1 happening in Flagstaff. we’ll see which way we head, but with shinangans like the 24 hour solo townie wold championships, where this John Hurley fellow…
pulled a naked lap in broad daylight… the race in Gunnison suits my style.
I wonder if he’s travelin’ as light in the GDR right now…
note: images poached from the 24 Hours in the Sage race blog, linked to the right
I signed up for this work at a time when special-interest-fueled politicians spout all variety of appalling solutions for energy independence, including petroleum extraction schemes in some of our country’s most remote and wild landscapes. With this in mind, it seemed to me the height of hypocrisy to burn gallon after gallon of gasoline in a highly motorized attempt to create wilderness—one of the last bastions of silent, motorless peace. That is why I decided to complete my survey work by bike.
For those of you who don’t know, the Great Divide Race is a “Race” from Port Of Roosevill Montana on the Canadian Border down the The Rocky Mountains to Mexico. No support, no press, no parade, no podium, no entry fee and only one rule: you’re on your own. Just a blog where you can track the progress of a bunch of random, no-name dirtbags, you’ve never met, yet still feel a definite kinship with for their vision to do something so dificult, and painfull for it’s own personal intangible rewards. But it is definitely cool to look out over a valley and know that every bit of road for as far as you can see is how far you have to ride today…
And I think there’s some intangible rewarding going on in this pic:
Well, Had a great day for TdN 2007! Started off with a little roll down to Waldens for breakfast, some retail therapy @ the Gooch where V-Nasty told me my helmet makes my head look tiny, and some fruit buying @ the Farmer’s market!
Then on to the races!
The excitement came from our very own Jwox racing the Masters race. J was in the main pack Riding hard. Every time he came through the chicane to Arlington he’d look back and hit it hard so I got a bunch of shots of the back of his head.
At 7 laps he said he looked around and realized there are about 7 better sprinters than me in the pack so why should I stick around? He started bridging out and ran the rest of the race solo. A good show bro!! It’s always more fun to see the races when there’s one of your homies fighting it out.
Then I was walking back to my bike and noticed a dude in a Coconino Shirt. It wasn’t JR, it wasn’t Smithers, so I figured I’d stop him and say hi. He’s a recent transplant from Flagstaff by way of Elko and comes recommended by the illustrious Dr. Shredmor himself. As shredders and skiers, he and Chris should integrate nicely into our little roving band of itinerant dirtbags and feral nerds.
We headed back the the Saint Lawrence Street Lounge where Trent Fixed us Wisconsin style Brats! Nothing wrong with that. Smithers and V-Nasty were quite entertaining as well.
To all TBS people who were just dying to make my acquaintance in person last week in Reno: Sorry. I spent most of my time out there being a social nonentity. This was due to extended contemplation of whether it would be more efficient to sit ON the toilet, or crouch in FRONT of it, and whether one or both forms of violent expulsion could be controlled long enough for it to matter. I don’t know where exactly the food poisoning came from (Beto’s, maybe) but it was horrible.
“Spurgeon decided to take up single geared bikes because he thought it was crazy.”
One bike is an Ira Ryan frame. I met Ira @ NAHBS. Cool guy. Nice looking bikes. The other is a Vanilla. Now here’s me talking out the side of my ass: If you’re going to ride a one speed, with fenders no less, across the country, why switch bikes? I guess it’s still insane.
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