|If you ski stuff like this, you may need a new pair every year.|
Sunday, November 17, 2013
Tuesday, September 10, 2013
|Remember to yield to this dude if you see him on the trails.|
I rounded what I guessed would be the last in a series of switchbacks on my way down a steep embankment to the James River near Richmond, Virginia. I was already well behind my seat to compensate for the steep downward angle and travelling beyond a comfortable speed. Ahead of me appeared a wooden ramp structure with one more ninety degree turn. A single two-by-four was all that stood between my inertia filled body and a ten foot dive onto rocks and pavement below. As my tires skidded onto the dirt covered wood it was all I could do to keep them from locking. As I looked ahead at the fast approaching two-by-four, I couldn't help but notice that it was conspicuously fresh looking and unpainted.
I clearly wasn't the first person to test that ramp.
Friday, August 30, 2013
|The Scott Spark 29 Elite|
As a general rule, it isn't a good idea to chase freeride bikers on a 100mm cross country bike.
It was early on an August Friday morning and I had Burke Mountain to myself. I had climbed up the CCC Road to the entrance of Lower J-Bar without seeing another soul when I rolled up on four guys getting ready to drop in on the morning's first run. I was looking decidedly cross country while they looked like they had just stepped out of a game of Halo. The 100mm of travel on my 2012 Scott Spark 29 Elite was contrasted with the full 5+ inches of coiled suspension that adorned each of their rigs. We exchanged pleasantries as they adjusted their full face helmets and armor, and with a wave they dove down the trail catching air on the first drops. I rolled up to the edge of the CCC in my lycra shorts and flimsy powerdry t-shirt, as they hooted and hollered somewhere down the trail below. I gave them a good ten second head start before launching onto the hard packed dirt below. Cross country bike or not, I was determined to catch them.
Wednesday, August 7, 2013
|Brian points home "Why can't we go that way?"|
Friday, July 26, 2013
Although a bit overly morbid, Louis C.K., has a point. We're all doing to be dead one day- and for a long time. So what makes it have any meaning? [In my best double-rainbow voice] What does it mean?
Don't worry, I'm not about to tell you a parable about footsteps in the sand, or break out baby photos or start crying uncontrollably while you awkwardly check Facebook on your smartphone.
Instead, let me tell just you about a weekend I had earlier this summer.
Tuesday, July 16, 2013
|Make sure to get wide right of that tree.|
With the most serious of looks on her face, my future wife looked at me and said, "That wouldn't be funny. Don't do that. Really. Don't."