Coolest. Medal. Evar. |
Monday, September 22, 2014
Green Mountain Trails and The Fourth Lap
Labels:
Green Mountain Trails,
Mountain Biking,
Racing,
Singletrack,
Vermont
Thursday, August 21, 2014
The Hampshire 100: It's Really Just an Eating Contest
More than seven hours into my day at the Hampshire 100 something my friend Brad had said to me echoed in my head as I ground my way
through a long steep climb. I was ten
minutes past my twenty minute deadline for downing another Gu but the thought
of one more oozy ounce of the sickly sweet gel made me want to get off the bike
and barf. Despite extra gulps of Gatorade,
I could feel my legs starting to seize.
The last thing in the world I wanted to do was eat something. And then the meaning of Brad’s seemingly
absurd advice became clear:
“It’s really just an eating contest.”
Labels:
Hampshire 100,
Mountain Biking,
New Hampshire,
Races
Saturday, June 14, 2014
European Cliches: La Rioja Bike Race, Toblerone, and the Tightest Pants in the World
Four benadryl later I was wheels down in Frankfurt, Germany. I awoke to a teeny tiny Toblerone on my pillow, the capstone finish to three courses of hospital grade airline food. The sleek obsidian finish and pitch-perfect resonance of Europe's busiest airport surrounded me - Frankfurt literally hummed with efficiency. And techno.
My stomach rumbled in time with the smooth sounds of the latest NOW! Thats What I Call Music electronic mashup of Lana Del Ray. Having meant to change out of my compression tights before landing, I was unable to dislocate both hips to accomplish this inside the coach-class bathroom. Stumbling off the jetway, I was relieved to find I was not the man wearing the tightest pants in the airport. Not even the 2nd or 3rd tightest, in fact.
My stomach rumbled in time with the smooth sounds of the latest NOW! Thats What I Call Music electronic mashup of Lana Del Ray. Having meant to change out of my compression tights before landing, I was unable to dislocate both hips to accomplish this inside the coach-class bathroom. Stumbling off the jetway, I was relieved to find I was not the man wearing the tightest pants in the airport. Not even the 2nd or 3rd tightest, in fact.
Never having played with over-the-counter sleep aids before, I was unsure how capable I would be after 7.5 hours on Luftansia's finest not-quite-A380 quality European bicycle portage. Three or four teeny tiny coffees would clear my head, and nothing is more sobering than trying to order up a large Americano with soy milk in broken Spanish, in Germany.
"Soy grande americano por favor."
"No s#it you are, brah."
I f#cking love Europe. Time to ride bikes, bitches.
Tuesday, June 10, 2014
A Rare Day in Colorado's Front Range
High above Colorado Springs. |
When you really think about it, climbing and descending hiking trails on a bicycle is no more or less reasonable than collecting porcelain figurines, running ultra-marathons or re-writing all the endings to Disney movies to make them horror flicks.
But for some reason I've chosen mountain biking. So, what exactly do I get out of it? Why do I spend an inordinate amount of my free time either mountain biking or thinking about mountain biking? Why is it more appealing to me than, say, chasing a little white ball around a meticulously landscaped yard?
Labels:
Colorado,
Mountain Biking,
Singletrack,
Trip Report
Friday, June 6, 2014
Answering the Riddle at Charlemont Trails (June 2014)
Something tells me the skiing in this glade isn't too shabby either. |
"Where can I find the real big hills around here? The long climbs and descents?", he posited.
Labels:
Charlemont,
Massachusetts,
Mountain Biking,
Trip Report
Thursday, June 5, 2014
The Other Side of Ellicottville (May 2014)
This is what flow looks like. |
In what is fast becoming an annual tradition, I made a late May trip to ride the trails around Ellicottville, New York. Almost exactly a year ago I made my first trip there and was awestruck with mostly smooth, swoopy singletrack I found. I had sampled Big Merlin, Rain, Sidewinder, Mesa, among some of the other trails on one side of the mountain.
However, an offhand comment from a rider I met near the end of my day there, stuck with me. When I told him where I had ridden, he exclaimed, "Oh, man, you haven't even seen the half of it!" While the map showed a number of trails in the Northwest corner, I couldn't imagine they would differ so greatly from what I had already ridden.
Did they ever.
Labels:
Ellicottville,
Mountain Biking,
New York,
Singletrack,
Trip Report
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