
I just came across a few interesting stats on the XC course itself:
Number of times I will try to avoid crashing down this elevator shaft: 6



Number of National Titles I expect to claim in my class: 0
Stay tuned...
Tales from the Trails (and other randoms)
































I think I should start racing in a sleeveless flannel. Screw all this blue spandex crap. If it works for Mr. Berg, then why not for everyone...
You know, I'm really really glad that I found a sport where the training is more fun than the racing..


Besides, with views like this, it's easy to keep coming back...

......To yet another one of those totally obvious trails in the repertoire...



The boys share war stories about the recent digital cable switch-over. Finally the Stunt Double found a reason to get rid of his tin-foil covered rabbit ears...
I don't mean to get all techy on ya, but I'm demo'ing a 2 x 9 Rotor Q-Rings setup. If it's good enough for Ned Overend and Christoph Sauser, I guess it's good enough for me...
Meanwhile, my quest to infiltrate the local print media continues...
One publication at a time...
Peak Region Cyclist Magazine: Page 18 here: http://content.yudu.com/Library/A18crf/PeakRegionCyclistJun/resources/index.htm?referrerUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.yudu.com%2Fitem%2Fdetails%2F59663%2FPeak-Region-Cyclist-June-2009

What a true statement. So one would think such efforts would always yield truly Herculean results. Yet the mediocrity of of some race performance leaves me wondering....






So why am I so happy? It's not because I finally got to rock the skinsuit again - I just found out that free-range chickens yield stronger yolks. It could take up to 100 whips to get scrambled eggs. A hundred whips!
So after a 60 minute all-out sprint with the Pro's that left the legs cramping like an engine with no motor oil, I took third place.......saweeeeeet...

This ride is out there. Way out there. Not to diminish the tragedy of what went on on that snowy day in 1952, but as far as mountain bike rides go, this ride is effin' epic and it always has been.
This is some of the Front Range's most obscure, most decent singletrack and it shows. To me, it is mythical. It is legendary....

There's nothing "Buckhorn" about this ride. It's backwoods - the kind of terrain where you wouldn't be suprised to see Jalmer and his shine'n still. You wouldn't be suprised to see the Chupacabra. The kind of place where Jack and Diane drove their '68 Ford Bronco one Saturday afternoon and never returned...

And the coolest part is that we didn't start a single car engine to get there. Granted, we dodged lightening much of the slog home, but that's neither here nor there...

Seems we weren't the only ones hungry....

After spending the better part of five months atop six feet of snow, you get inbetween one of these guys and its roughage-filled dinner, and you're in for it. Yup, it's situation normal up at Remote Mountain Command. Snow is melting, trails are.......muddy, and things are greening up as if they're on a deadline...

Until you get up high, that is...













But I knew the company that I was in front of, and I knew the weakness would come in the final 30 minutes - when things unraveled like a cheap sweater; and when I faded to 4th place. But to be this strong this early in the season is a good thing...

In the end, ProCycling took 1st, 2nd, 3rd, and 4th place; with 5th place a distant half-lap behind us. The mind goes through a thousand emotions during any race - be it 3+ hours or a 60 minute effort. Kudo's to JJ, who finally quit focking with me after an hour and took control; and to the other half-dozen on the team who took top spots in their categories.
One thing's for certain: the sweet relief of the finish line is enough to keep you coming back...








It's a damn good thing the sun is back out...
Studies have shown that mountain biking improves neuromuscular control far more than other, more conventional sports.
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As long as you're gonna be trainin' the brain it might as well be fun~