O the places I'll go (with these two)! |
Already feeling better.
L-R: moi, Jeremy, and Woody |
top of Ridgeback overlook |
Non-sequitur insert: I’m a new fan of Suntori. A salient feature of staying with Neil is that we are kidless. It makes it easier because I (mostly) watch my Ps and Qs whenever there are wee ones around and since they were missing it really nice speaking without too much of a filter, having adult conversations (I’m a high school teacher), and drinking scotch whenever the need arises! Neil has quite the collection of scotch in his quiver. Mos def a fan of Suntori. It’s a little sweeter; but nothing wrong with that. Got in seven hours of uninterrupted sleep that evening!
Third ride. Gonsta scratch Mount Lemmon off my riding bucket list! Oddly it was a cold and windy day in Tucson, but this isn’t a start of a mystery novella, just me belly-aching before a 25 mile climb that’ll sting your legs with 5500' of elevation gain. The dealio is, is to park at a coffee joint called Le Buzz. In Le Buzz I order a double espresso and I get the 4-1-1 from a local on the route up. Thankfully I brought (and wear) my knee and arm warmers and a base layer, even though the temps are deceiving. At around 6k’ elevation, the wind is kinda ripping and I’m getting cold. I find the landmark Woody told me to turnaround at: Palisade Visitor Center.
midway up |
As I’m descending, my 50 mm deep dish, pan pizza wheels are acting like sails and I viciously get blown off my line numerous times. A little unnerving going 40 mph, so I get super alert again and ride it out-sometimes on the drops, sometimes on the hoods-prolly with the death grip. On the way up though, you can see ecosystems changing appropriately with its elevation. The road here is rough and when your tires are at 120 psi, I can feel ALL the road’s uneven micro-contours, chunkiness, and cobbled together sections-especially downhill. Even though I road ride in Colorado, we too have fairly long steady-state climbs but not 26 or so miles uphill. I suppose if you road ride up Mt Evans or Pikes Peak, but I don’t think it’s twenty miles of straight up. That kinda shocked the legs a bit; but thankfuly, what goes up, must come down. Thankfully the shoulders didn’t have rumble strips for when I deviated from my line due to me or this infernal cross wind. Had to pee something fierce and as you know, the public restrooms near mid-mountain were closed due to the ubiquitous effects of Covid.
Fourth ride. Rode at White Tanks Regional Park. It was a trail Lem took me on once before and Kevin and I attempted it too late in the scorching heat this past summer. Instead of going clockwise, I went counterclockwise, and it kicked my butt. Still having mother nature challenging you with all her Sonoran Desert beauty is still awe-inspiring (yet amazingly painful). Was going to loop the competitive segment in but it was getting too late and I had to get back to the visitor center. I was lucky to not have sliced a tire out here. Here, there is a plethora of sharp, big assed rocks. The funny thing is when I was on Mesquite Trail (?) I no longer saw any mountain bike tread imprints on the soil. Guess I was the only one dumb enough to attempt to ride this section counter-clockwise. My hardtail is taking me on some cool adventures. Out here it’s analogous to being a pedestrian, performing bi-pedalism in New York City. That city is a pinnacle of condensed human interaction and achievement. It's a visual show-and-reveal. The desert is like that for me. I am just rubbernecking trying to get in as much visual data as my reptilian brainstem’ll allow me to upload. It looks like Moab on Mars with all variations of cacti surrounded by a backdrop of gnarly looking mountain ranges. Figure in the 60- or 70-degree temps-man, sometimes I have to pinch myself that I’m here riding and communing with nature in my humbling and bumbling way. Thankful for the evolution of how everything arrived at this point in my space-time continuum for this barely sentient being to soak it in and grateful enough to resonate in my noggin’.
Last ride was with my Lem and my nephew Jeremy. We rode out at Estrella Mountain. Apparently the trail builders out there-thank you!-built some new trails that Lem wanted to check out. Lem brought his new whip for this one-his Pivot. He was one with the bike and he just went volume 11 whenever he could. My legs were amazingly compliant after all these days of riding because I mostly stretch post-ride (so hopefully that’s why!). Not going to bore you with terrain and stuff but riding out here, today with my kin-folk, really distilled the highlights of hanging with my brothers and their families.
Estrella in Goodyear |