Monday, March 24, 2008
Big Nasty
Mike on Black Mountain. Yes, we saw snow, and 60*, and high winds, and calm clear skies…. Spring in the mountains:
Sophie:
Flowers are on the way:
Here’s some raw video from Devil’s Staircase. I can’t emphasize enough: Think Faster and STEEPER than it looks. I cleaned both the ‘S’ drop and the ‘thread the needle’ at the ‘Clint Huck/Nathan Rock’. Funk Yeah!
Sunday, March 23, 2008
Oh, Just Trace Ridge….
We are so lucky. We get to ride some of the best trails anywhere. period. My beautiful wife and I decided to go on a quick hour or so ride this afternoon and what were our choices… Bent Creek ? mmmm, too crowded. Laurel?… no, we didn’t have 4 hours to drive/ride/drive…. TRACE RIDGE? Perfect. Choices choices choices… It’s great to have them!
Here’s some raw footage from my new helmet camera. This was sidemounted to my helmet. I think next time I’ll try mounting it on top to see if it gets rid of any of the wiggle. Oh, who out there knows of good (read:easy,free) software to edit .avi files on a pc?
Wednesday, March 19, 2008
Look out for cyclists
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Let the video load first….. don’t spoil it!
Heartbreak
Never found my groove.
That’s all I have to say ’bout that.
Here’s a shot of Eric C. at the start:
Monday, March 10, 2008
Laurel/Pilot Solo
oooof! By the straight-aways at the bottom my hands were definately cooked. I decided to head down to the road rather than take the connector over to Slate. 1206 back to the ‘roo, done in just under 2.5 hours. Sweet!
Tuesday, March 4, 2008
Two hours of ‘Ouch, my ribs hurt!’
The pace was nice and easy as my ribs are still recovering from the crash on Farlow last week and Mike was recovering from ‘the sickness’ that has been going around. The pace was right there where we were labored to talk, but not so fast that we didn’t talk at all. The boundary road climbed and climbed and climbed and Chestnut was as fast and flowey of a descent as one could imagine. Mike mentioned that the trail crews have turned that area into a hotwheels track and that it would be a shame if all of Pisgah was redone like that. That type of trail has it’s place, like at the local afterwork public recreation area, but it does lack any resemblence to ‘backwoods’. The climb to Lower sidehill put the hurting on both of us but the descent was well worth it. On the way back to the trucks Mike nailed the big log ride for the first time on a hardtail and just like that, we were done. We got back to his place in time for a bit of Jeep maintainence and I was home by sundown. Now that’s what I’d call a great afternoon!