|that's 36° Celsius for you metric losers (just joshing).|
|a more dialed-in cockpit version 2.0|
It was HOT! So I wanted to do Mt Falcon-Parmalee loop-Lair O' The Bear as a big circuit. Probably 24 miles with about a smidge less than 3000' of climbing I'm guessing. As I'm climbing-in Colorado if you mountain bike you start either climbing or descending-the very first part of Falcon some iPod wearing pedestrian warns me, "There's a rattler a'ways from you on the trail." Not only is it hot and I'm sweating like an obese man at a buffet at Sizzler, but now I'm hyper-aware and hyper-sensitive that all tree roots that I see are indeed roots. It reminded me of the days I lifeguarded at the YMCA, especially my shift during the toddler learn to swim sessions. I'd be a scanning fiend looking for any toddler drinking an inordinate amount of pool water (I actually pulled three kids total who tried to daredevil it and got too far from the edge and I yanked their thrashing bodies back onto the ledge).
So not only was I overheating but I was also like Nightrider's LED on the front of that Firebird (yes I'm dating myself) scanning and listening to the pre-strike rattler sound. Of course when I free-wheeled (as opposed to free-balling) that sound too sounded like the rattler (coincidentally, free-balling makes no sound-or a slight swooshy sound?) so I had to keep on pedaling. After what seemed like an eternity, I saw no rattler so I hunkered down and focused on the hot-arsed, exposed ascent. You know what I'm going to do next time to jack with a hiker? I'ma say, "Rogue Ninjas ahead and they're out for blood especially when you rest." I will punctuate my sentence with "foo' (fool)" so 1: they'll think it's normal mountain bike vernacular and not heed my warning; or 2: there really might be ninjas and to continue might be a foolhardy test of living. Get it?
|albeit the commute was hellish, the scenery was lovely and I'd take mountains over beach anytime.|
The effort at White Ranch with Billy the other day coupled with the heat really took a lot out of my legs and it showed in my efforts today but I was still determined to finish my predetermined route. Why? Because my other ninja, Eric (no relation to rogue, trail ninjas), had this lovely aphorism on a nice piece of vinyl that I proudly display on my top tube where it meets the steerer tube. "Fly or Die."
|because, "Harden the Fuc* Up" took too much space.|
|Nice singletrack under the canopy don't you think?|
|What's wrong with this picture? Leave a comment if you got it.|
|I can clear it. Don't believe me? Ride with me then (and can you bring your cute sister? thanks).|
|Named after Doors singer...NOT!|
Morrison is kind of a touristy mecca but bikers and rock climbers flock to this place as well and it's not that far from Red Rocks amphitheatre (as opposed to the extinct Red Rocks amphibian). I need to train wisely so at my truck, there's a cooler with a recovery drink for me. At home I have another recovery drink and it's this (it is summer after all)...
|and yes I did graduate from Texas. Hook 'em!|