Me and Fatty did Jacob’s Ladder from the equestrian center yesterday and it was spectacular. Just the right amount of mud to make it a mountain bike ride, lots of painful climbing and what I’ve declared to be the finest downhill in the valley, the Jacob’s Ladder trail.
While Elden is a very good mountain biker, above average even, and has more endurance than just about anyone I know I have always been faster than him uphill and downhill. I’m sure he’d agree with me on this. Pretty sure. I think.
Not yesterday. Naturally, I jumped on the lead for the downhill section when we got to the top of Jacob’s Ladder. That’s what I do. I’m usually waiting for Elden for a while at the bottom. Part way down my pedal came unclipped right in the middle of a hairy, rocky section and I thought I was a goner and then I heard a voice behind me ask, “did what I think happen just happen?” WTF?
Uh, “Elden?” Yep, it was him right on my tail. He continued there, on my wheel until the bottom of Jacob’s. Towards the end of the ride just when you think it’s over the “Last Dance” single track appears and spits you out back at the bottom at the equestrian center. I decided to let him lead.
I’d put my head down for second and look up and he wouldn’t be there. I knew for sure he must be off the side of the trail turtled in the scrub oak. That’s what Elden does, he crashes when he goes too fast. Not today, Nope. I’d see him around a switchback and have to pedal hard to keep him in sight.
What was different yesterday? New bike, the SS Superfly? Perfect weather and trail? Who knows for sure but “that fat guy” as someone called him mid ride is on fire. Maybe he was pissed for being called “that fat guy.”
I promise I’m not making any of this up nor lauding his downhill skills just because he gave me a super cool twinsix wool cycling cap yesterday. Seriously, I’m not.