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6 Jun

OK, I’ve been a little preoccupied lately with the move to Chicago so posts are rolling in a little late but better than never. Maybe.

I hate night riding, I’ d much rather be sitting on my butt at home drinking a cold one.   Just thinking about night riding is usually enough to keep me at home.   However, I’d be hard pressed to think of a single night ride where I got home and thought, gee, I really wish I hadn’t done that. I’ve never had any regrets about night riding but I can still hate it, can’t I?

The inaugural Thursday night race went off last week or was it the week before thanks to RickS.  Racing from Equestrian Center in Draper up Clarks then around back side of and down Jacobs Ladder, Ghost Falls and Creek View back to the EQC.

Pretty sure there were 25-30 dudes, where were all the women racers anyway? I led the climb up Clarks, Clarks is my bitch btw, and got passed at the top of Jacobs by the eventual winner Brandon and eventual 5th? Greggy.  Loads of fun and can’t wait til the next one but I am NOT driving to Utah County for it, I am a snob.

The wusses went to eat somewhere after the race and the real mountain bikers went out for another lap. I was not a wuss.

Tomorrow I’ve got a Draper ICUP report and Tuesday maybe a Chicago update.

2010 And Beyond

8 Jan

I tried really hard to take a month off from posting anything on the interweb.   I guess I cheated if you count tweeting and facebook.  I thought it would be cleansing and renewing but its left me feeling slightly constipated instead.

2009 is over and all I have to say about that is if you haven’t seen District 9 well, then, you really haven’t finished your 2009. Seriously, you need to see that movie before 2010 can officially start.

Twenty Ten has a nice ring to it so I’d like to make it extra special. I’m still trying to figure out the details but have a few things on my mind. For one, I plan on becoming a triathlete in 2010. Not your normal triathlete mind you. I think there are a few too many geeks in triathlon *edit-none that I know of course* and pretty much zero dorks so I am committing to becoming a triathlon dork in 2010. I addition to racing triathlons on a single speed I plan on bringing back the Speedo. Triathlon just hasn’t been the same since men stopped wearing the Speedo. And really, who needs goggles for the swim?

Back to my real passion, mountain biking. I plan on doing a handful of ICUP’s and I’ll throw in as many 12 hour and 100 milers as possible. 12 Hours of Mesa Verde sounds cool as well as the 12 hous of Temecula.  My focus for 2010 will be the Butte 100 with my final push of the season being the Park City Point 2 Point, 2 of the best races anywhere! If I’m flush and feeling good I may try to do La Ruta, I’ve dreamt about that one for years.

You’ll notice I didn’t mention anything about 24 hour races or Leadville.  Until they figure out how to get rid of the riding between 12 am and 6 am I am protesting 24 hour races and I can pay for most of the years entry fees for what they want at Leadville this year.

Yes, 2010 will be a good year.  See you on the trails and on the road and maybe in the pool…nah, not the pool.

Choices, Colors And Biceps

6 Oct

Saturday’s dilemma; drive for 2 hours for 1 hour of racing or no driving for nearly 3 hours of Corner Canyon Fall goodness? With the girls no less.  Oh, and Jamie too.



Just about the best Fall colors I’ve seen anywhere.  Tasha climbing on Crack AKA the South side of Suncrest.  I never see anyone over there and I’m always surprised because it’s so good.


It’s hard to tell what bike I’m on because my biceps get in the way but I did the whole loop on the cross bike.  The DH on Maple and Oak Hollow were more than a little scary, good thing I brought the guns.


I’m doing all my mountain biking (that’s 2 rides so far) on the cross bike because I want to kick ass at the races and when I do show up I will still probably make a fool of myself.  See you there.

Fast Fatness WTF

22 Apr

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.

Church Of The Blue Dome World Headquarters

30 Nov

Southern Utah. Specifically, Southwestern Utah. I can’t think of a better place to locate a rapidly growing religion. I heart Southwestern Utah.


People actually live here. Unbelievable! They must feel like they are at Church all the time. Well, the Church of the Blue Dome anyway.


The only problem with Southwestern Utah is that most of my family and now part of Tasha’s family, not to mention a lot of friends, now call it home. By the time we visit everyone, share the Gospel and mooch all their food (Thanks Tom and Dion, Kris and Bob, Jerry and Diane, Sergio and Wendy) there is very little time left over for biking. I guess we should stop preaching and just worship.


If you haven’t done Barrel Roll, Southwest of Santa Clara, you need to add it to your short list of rides should you visit.

I grew up in ST. George, Utah and it hasn’t changed much. The local bowling alley still looks just like it did when I was 10 years old. I’ve always loved those green stools and counter and the fries are still delicious.


It has changed a little, the competition has gotten a lot stiffer.


If you haven’t made it down to Southwestern Utah lately for worship you better start working on your priorities because religion doesn’t get any better than this and you are just getting older.

Fall Moab 08′

10 Nov

Mud Rules!

27 Jul

Mud Springs that is. If you haven’t been down Mud this year you are missing out and if you don’t know Mud you don’t know one of the best downhills in the State. It is in the best shape that I have ever seen. Fast and tacky. I could stop biking right now and take up another sport, I had that much fun today.

Troy from Maine met me this morning at my house and we pedaled up over Clark’s, down the Hog chute and then up Tibble to Ridge Trail 157 from the resevoir and over to Mud Springs, down and back over Traverse to my house. About 60 miles in 5.5 hours.

At the top of the Hog chute I told Troy that it can be treacherous and to take it easy since he’s never been down the chute. A few yards later I totally ate shit right in front of him tearing up my knee and stuffing the end of my handlebar in my groin, I almost passed out and was on the verge of vomit. It’s black and blue (my groin) and I can barely walk right now but I still have a huge grin on my face from Mud Springs.

Do whatever you need to to get out and ride Mud Springs. Skip work, school, family evening, whatever and go.

BTW, we didn’t see a single biker all day. Nobody in AF Canyon or Corner Canyon or on the road up AF. We had the trails and roads all to ourselves. Did everyone stop biking? Weird.