Thursday, May 31, 2007

Large Group

Another Wednesday, another Dupont ride went off without a hitch. It was our biggest crowd yet with D-Kuntz, Paul, Cliff, BrouSSard, Andrew, Jim, Jeff, Blair and Wooglin all showing up.

Jeff and Jim are visiting from Florida so we took the same route as last week. This is one of my favorite night loops now.

The only thing different about last night’s ride is that we added in Turkey Knob Road and Poplar Hill Loop. Going around Poplar hill counter-clockwise is fast. The downhill becomes so fast that you just sit back on the bike and try to stay loosy goosey.

I had the 32X20 on so coming back out of Turkey Knob was not as torturous as normal. I was able to gain enough speed to actually carve some of the turns. Flying down Reasonover was fast and dusty as can be. I made a mental note to slow things down on the hair pin last night.

A couple of the troopers made the move up the bridge:



Riding Laurel Ridge to Shoals was nice and un-eventful until we made the intersection back onto Corn Mill Shoals to hit up the techy climb. I was in the lead and made one move and had to pull over to let the others make a go at it. Andrew spun his way to the top and was the only one out of eight of us that made it to the top! He is the only one of us that had re-constructive knee surgery in the past 7 months too, we should be ashamed 8-)

Since I wasn’t following the MountainGoat this week, I felt like I was keeping up better on the slick rock down to Bridal Veil. That is a tricky section as it goes from big rocks on top of slick rock to a 90 degree turn in the sand. Watch that front wheel!

Going up the Conservation road I got a little excited and tried to drop my little kiddie hammer and I thought I was doing so until everyone passed me like I was standing still near the top.

Second in line coming down Airstrip was a treat as I watched BrouSSard pull out the Mamba with the trail and trees. Its hard to tell if those moves are intentional or not. Then at the bottom I nailed the log crossing, even putting together the transition from the big log to the small log, sweet.

We didn’t have much daylight left so I led the climb out of Mine Mountain again. I pushed it as hard as I could go. My legs were shaking at the end. What a great night.


Wednesday, May 30, 2007

One And A Half Rides

Memorial Day weekend was comprised mostly of friends and family. I did however get a couple rides in.

Friday morning I took off at 6:30AM headed for the single track. As I was pulling into the parking lot I got a call from Cass informing me that she had a townie for me to buy.

I was so excited about the new bike that I jumped out of my car, changed my flat in the front tire and took off down the trail. About twenty minutes later I got into the front brake real hard and felt a little squish in the front tire. Crap, I thought I had pinch flatted the front but I pulled the tire off and realized I had another thorn in my front tire. I pulled out my last tube and aired it back up and hoped for the best.

I felt decent on the trail but I don’t know how people can drive all day and try and race the next. The eight hours in the car before combined with five hours of sleep wasn’t helping my climbing legs.

The Canal Trail in LBL is something else. It is super fast single track for 11 miles. Nice and rolling in the beginning and then some grunting climbs in the end. If you do the loop counter clockwise that is.

The loop runs next to the lake about 80% of the time, so you can hear the fishermen chatting and the ski boats whizzing out on the water.

I wanted to get two laps in but time just wouldn’t allow it.

Later in the weekend I found some fun gravel roads around the house. I scared a little fawn up and over part of the road and then two turkeys hiding in the long grass almost gave me a heart attack when they went squabbling out of the grass.

Thursday, May 24, 2007

Land Of Waterfalls

I am headed to the land of waterfalls this weekend. First you have waterfalls like so:
There will also be waterfalls of this variety out and about.

The SORBA meeting was a success last night. Our next step is to start recruiting members and have some more meetings discussing our interests.
Thanks for everybody who came out last night and showing your support!
I am out till next Tuesday, have fun and ride your bikes. I hope to see the first waterfall pictured on the trails and not the second.

Wednesday, May 23, 2007

Meat and Five

Well somehow I made it. I need rest, beer and rest. Last night’s ride at Dupont went off without a hitch like always.

I took the lead on Reasonover and tried my best to hold onto the front so I could fly down the single track. I had the MountainGoat Bandersnatching down my neck so I thought I would try some shake and bake on the downhill.

I was able to shake him off my wheel but not for long or far as I came around the hairpin 90 degree corner on Reasonver I got a little too aggressive with my lean and I washed out. Nothing but a little dirt in my eyes and we made it to the bottom. I never get tired of that trail.

We took a different route than normal, as it was my attempt not to crush myself. I still had my 32X20 on and I was working on 90+ miles on the single speed since Friday. So we took the following route:

Reasonover, Lake Julia Road, Camp Summit Road, Mine Mountain, Laurel Ridge, Shoals, Corn Mill Shoals, Bridal Veil Falls Road, Barn Trail, Shelter Rock, Conservation Road, Airstrip, put your thing down and reverse it right back up Airstrip, Mine Mountain

I let Wooglin and Mountain Goat Epics run off and play on the climbs together as my legs were not having any part of their reindeer games.

I hid in the woods on Mine Mountain and snapped this one of David George rollin’ the ugly trails at Dupont:

Tuesday, May 22, 2007

Crushing Myself, Phase Two

I have a friend who rides horses and she is always keen to pick up any products that I might have missed:

After work yesterday I was headed straight home to drink a beer and head down to the local pizza pie man and go to work, then Andrew called me. He says he got my email about wanting to do an urban ride, “shit” I think. I had already written off riding for the night but then Andrew started talking about riding over Paris. “Your going on your road bike I asked?” He replied “yes.”

So that’s how I ended up pounding two beers headed for the top of Paris on the Drunken Monkey while Andrew rode his road bike. As you may know, Andrew is still recouping from surgery so him on the road bike and I on knobs should work ok. As long as there are plenty of hills.

I handled the ascent up the front side of the mountain pretty well but after the descent of the backside flying around all those curves, I wasn’t sure if I wanted to climb right back up it. Oh well, there’s beer on the other side of that mountain.

Going back up it wasn’t nearly as bad as I had envisioned as we chatted the entire way. A nice cruise to the bottom left us with one more quick grunt up Dupont road headed back to Andrew’s place.

That was a pretty good rest day, Dupont tonight, SORBA tomorrow.

Monday, May 21, 2007

Crushing the Cowbell, Phase One

I got in three rides this weekend and around ~70 miles of dirt. Today my legs are completely wasted.

So here is my weekend in thirty seconds:

I had my 32X22 on so I ripped this trail Friday:

Within the first mile I saw this momma laying eggs:

On Saturday I churned out 35 miles at Habison:

Saturday night the moon and Venus were dancing:
A look down the Broad River from Harbison:
I'm going to have to lay off the steriods, my huge thighs ripped my Nevegal in the back:
Sunday I met up with this guy and we burned up about 25 miles at Manchester.

Tuesday night is Dupont this week and Wednesday is our first pre-SORBA meeting. If you didn't get the email and you want to come out for the SORBA meeting leave an email address and I will send you the details.

Friday, May 18, 2007

Thursday, May 17, 2007


Wooglin, LuvSingleTrack, D-Kuntz and Woodman all met at Reasonover in Dupont last night. During my drive up to Dupont, I went through some sprinkles. There was a chance of severe thunderstorms but the sky was clear when I pulled into the lot.

We once again took an A-typical route:

Reasonover, Turkey Knob Road, Poplar Hill Loop, (counter) Turkey Knob Road, Reasonover, Camp Summit Road, Airstrip, Barn Trail, Bridal Veil Road, Corn Mill Shoals, Laurel Ridge, Mine Mountain

The forest had seen some precipitation and for the first time this year there wasn’t much dust. When we took the route down Turkey and Poplar, Woodman exclaimed that he hadn’t been in that section of the forest in quite some time and I relayed the story about how I once almost lost my mind in that section due to not having a map (dumb) and it getting dark.

When we made the turn back out onto Reasonover Creek trail, I made the final grunt to the top and then started flying down the trail. I soon realized that I was taking the twisty turns and corners much faster than I had in the previous months. The ground was so tacky that your tires stuck to it like Velcro but at the same time, they rolled extremely fast, so fast in fact, that I thought I should hit the brakes, nahhhhh no time for that.

I got to the bottom of Reasonover and asked everyone if they felt the same way. It was a consensus, the trails were packed and gripping as best as one could hope for.

Off past Lake Julia and up summit road to the airstrip. Then down Airstrip and over the big log at the bottom, I noticed something about airstrip last night. I seem to always be shaking at the bottom of that trail. It is a short section of trail but it is so fast and laid out so beautifully that you just want to go faster. I am pretty sure I have pushed the threshold of fast on that trail as I am always elated after slicing and dancing through the trees while banking on her turns. If you don’t smile after this trail, you just won’t ever smile. We had WoodMan with us to thank several times last night as well, as he is the mastermind behind many of the re-routes in Dupont.

Past Bridal Veil falls and up the new section of Corn Mill Shoals, then the grunting and spitting begins as you fight and claw your way to the top of Corn Mill Shoals over the wet slick rock.

Across Laurel Ridge and up Mine Mountain, going up Mine I had LuvSingleTrack behind me and I could hear his breath looming, so I pushed harder. Nearing the top I pushed even harder though I could still hear him behind me. Then it was down the last section of Mine, which is mostly straight with one slightly off camber turn that you can scream around at close to 20 mph. It makes you pucker but then you are spit out onto the road and flying down the gravel to your car.

The sprinkles stopped as we pulled up to the cars. Mother Nature was nice enough to let us enjoy the camaraderie that a good ride leaves you with.

Wednesday, May 16, 2007

I Thought You Was A Toad

Wow, I am a new man after last night. I made the normal circuit around Paris. It was hard after 9 days off the bike. Ride at Dupont tonight at 5:30 for those who are interested. We will meet at Fawn Lake access.

I was out at Paris later than I normally am and I ran into quite a few hikers. One lady was walking very slowly wither her walkman, so I stopped to let her pass when she looked up and said “Come on, ain’t no reason for you to be losin’ yo momentum.” She must be a single speeder.

The only other incident to report on was at the end of the ride as I was coming down Mountain Creek. I came around a corner to a dog flying up the trail. With a quick snap of the brakes and a little body English I was able to maneuver around the dog. Quickly thereafter I saw the owner riding a bike. That was scary, a couple feet in the wrong direction and the owner would have a dog with a 29’er nose. I don’t know if that makes him a four legged 9’er or what but people need to keep their dogs leashed up at Paris. Its just too busy for that stuff.

I felt decent on the bike and I was happy that I could ride my bike with no major mechanicals without a shop visit after PMBAR. I forgot my chain lube though and man my chain was mad about that. It told me so with every pedal revolution.

That's it for today. I will take my camera to Dupont tonight for all of you who can't go without riding pictures 8-)


Tuesday, May 15, 2007

Spa Time

Below is a picture I took while rolling through Madisonville KY last Friday:

I gave the Drunken Monkey the limited spa time that I can. Pretty much any moving party on the DM is now dysfunctional to a certain point since the PMBAR. My quick release was seized, my front brake pads were metal on metal, back brake pads have about 25% of the pads left, bottom bracket needs to be replaced but will do for now. That just about covers it on my bike.

I love the XTR brakes. I would have been fine in the race if I would have been using my metallic pads on both front and back. When I got the brakes they came with semi-metallic pads and I got a pair of full metallics for backup. I had the semis in the front and the full’s in the back. The full’s definitely held up better. Lesson learned.

After the bike work, I made it out to the gym. It was nice to exercise after a full eight days of slothness. If everything goes well I will get out on the bike at Paris tonight and Dupont tomorrow. I can’t wait.

This past weekend I was able to make it down to Kentucky Lake for some much needed relaxation. The normal festivities occurred. A boat ride here and there, lots of beverages, some Frisbee, you know the stuff that makes the world turn.

Here is Oliver, he is a stubborn but good dog.

My main man chillin’ by the big green egg, lots of good food is produced in that bad boy:

On my way home on Sunday, I stopped by the local gas station and drove up on this scene. At first, I seriously thought some of these dogs were dead. It was strange indeed.


Monday, May 14, 2007

Declaration Of War

It has been exactly eight days since I have been on my bike. I have not touched it since the PMBAR. This was not on purpose, sometimes life throws you a homerun and sometimes it throws you a curveball that you have to take in the nuts, I hope you have your cup on.

So I am extremely eager to get home to my beloved Drunken Monkey and see if I can get her rolling again. During my quick hiatus away from mountain biking last week, I decided that my one lap race this year will be the Cowbell.

I felt really good this year in the PMBAR. Surprisingly good in fact, my "fitness" has come along even better than I envisioned it so it is time to turn it on and declare war on the Cowbell. I had thought about doing the 12 hours of Tsali, instead of the Cowbell this year but as I have stated in the past, I like doing races that benefit a great cause. The Cowbell benefits the Lance Armstrong Foundation. Seeing how this son-of-a-bitch disease has destroyed some people that are dear to me, there is a reckoning to be had at the Cowbell.

Last year, I made an epic struggle at the Cowbell, I completed 11 laps for close to 80 miles in 12 hours. It was my first solo attempt at a 12 hour race and I was awarded with 12th out of 33 riders. I don’t care so much what place I come in but last year I had a secret goal of completing 100 miles. I plan for that to be a highly attainable goal this year.

Firsts are really fun for me, I enjoyed the SWANK last year because it was my first single speed race. PMBAR, was fun to complete on the single as well as my partner kept asking if I needed gears before the race. So now I have the chance to race my first SS lap race. I am not sure if I want to be associated with that derelict class yet, maybe I will sign up in the over-all and then each one of you can shed a tear as I blow by you.


Monday, May 07, 2007

PMBAR 2007

Sometimes I find it tough to figure out where to start when writing a race report. So I will give you the skinny first:

Short Story:

Team Tripping on Lactic Acid completed PMBAR for the second year in a row.
We were middle of the pack due to my illogical choice in routes.
It was a FANTASTIC time as always.

Long Story:

Now due to the fact that I think all the events leading up to the race, actually end up influencing the race, here you go.


I took a half day off so that I could enjoy the PMBAR for what it actually is, a good time. Jody, Jason and I all met up at the primitive campgrounds by the Horse Stables around noon on Friday. Thanks to D-Kuntz we had these first come first serve spots reserved. I was there first and set up my tent and started messing around with my bike when Jody and Jason drove up.

We had decided that a nice day riding through Dupont would be much more fun than pondering if we should drink beers around camp before the race. So we all packed up in Jody’s car and made a beeline for Fawn Lake access. Jason had never seen the sights at Dupont before so we took a typical route around Reasonover, Airstrip, Bridal Veil Falls, Laurel Mountain and Mine Mountain. For the most part we just took in the sights and reveled in the fact that it wasn’t raining. All the pictures in this report are from Friday and not the race on Saturday.

Friday Night:

We all chatted about the race and tried to decide if we were ready for the grueling day ahead. As the night closed in, we all headed off to our perspective tents to hopefully sleep the dreadful PMBAR thoughts away. As I was headed to bed, I took a detour to pass away nature’s activities when I noticed that the forest was filled with fire flies. They were blinking their song all around me as I headed to sleepy town.

Saturday Morning:

I awoke to the sound of rain and huge drops of moisture saying “WHAP” against the tent’s rain fly. I wasn’t sure what time it was but I knew the race was approaching as I pondered how to stay dry. I heard BradO start his car and I knew it was time to start preparing for the day. It was 5:15 am and getting ready in the rain sounded warm and wonderful.

Joe and I were the last to leave camp but the only fools to ride our bikes from the campground to the start of the race in the rain. We arrived early enough to check in quickly and get a good look at the “off limits map.” Once we were confident that our map was marked properly, we just awaited the start.

Eric had worked hard in purchasing a camera to use with the helmet camera that Emergen-C had sent. So I set out trying to set up the camera all while trying to get myself psyched for the race. After a bunch of reading, a thousand touch screen buttons pushed and a little aggravation, I realized that the camera just wasn’t going to work. It was time to worry about other things.

Next thing I knew, we had our passports in hand (our lifeline for knowing where the checkpoints are) and Eric had started the pre-race meeting. We were told that this year there would be seven checkpoints with one mandatory checkpoint, either Farlow or Turkey Pen. Four checkpoints were required to finish the race and every checkpoint after 4 was a five hour time bonus. Therefore, if a team were to get all 7 checkpoints they would receive a 15 hour time bonus. They only stipulation was that 10:00 pm was the time cutoff. If you came in after 10:00, your team was disqualified.

GO! We stared at the passport reading all the rules and checkpoint locations while trying to figure out what route we would choose for the day. Since we were allowed to either hit up Turkey Pen or Farlow as our required checkpoint, I chose Farlow. It was the warrior’s choice but probably not the “thinker’s” choice.

Off we went, with a route in mind headed up Black mountain. Our ultimate route would be:

Black Mountain, Maxwell Cove, Clawhammer road, Black Mountain, Club gap, (checkpoint 1) 276, 475, 225, Cove Creek, 475, Daniel Ridge, (checkpoint 2) Farlow Gap, ???, ???, 140A, 475, Cove Creek, 276, Club Gap, Avery Creek, 50??, Clawhammer road, Maxwell Cove, Black Mountain.

My leg’s just cramped up typing that route.

Hiking up Black Mountain was as eventful as it could be. I watched the Team Dicky’s Wonderboy fall off his bike, I heard excuses, questions and complaints.

After Joe and I cruised down Maxwell Cove, we stopped for a quick feed when another team showed up. They asked us what road we were on. I did not relay any information as the race is supposed to be an “adventure.” I mean come on, they had only made two turns since the start of the race.

I felt great going up Clawhammer and things were un-eventful until I had my only fall of the day. I was climbing up Black Mountain headed to Club Gap when my chain slipped off the front ring just as I was leaning forward HARD to grunt the bike over a root. Since all my weight was forward when my chain slipped, I did the stomach against the bar forward toe bend over the bars and landed gently on the ground. WHOOPS. A quick release adjustment and we were on our way.

Down the last little pitch on Black and we came to the Avery Creek/Black Mountain/Buckwheat Knob/Club Gap intersection. This was our first checkpoint. The volunteer at the checkpoint was asking all those around how our “condition” looked. This was obviously a safety standard Eric had set in place. When I was asked how our condition was, I growled as loud as I could to let everyone around know we were ready. Unbeknownst to me, there was a little girl in the checkpoint tent. She said “What was that? Was that a bear?” It was precious.

I saw Mike R. and his partner at the Club Gap checkpoint and I figured we were headed on the same route. We flew down club gap and popped out on the road when I made a left turn. About ¼ of a mile up the road, I realized that we had turned the wrong way and we headed back down toward 276.

We met up with Mike R. and his partner again at the intersection of 475B and 225, they had the map out contemplating which route to make. I made the right turn onto 225 and Mike said “You know the connector trail is off limits right?” I said “Yup, but we gotta hit single track as much as possible.” Mike responded with “I am going to inspect the connector for tire tracks.” The “connector trail” is a trail that would have saved us a lot of time but it is not on the map and therefore off limits. Instead, we flew down Cove Creek (Paint Shaker) and as I came across the first set of twenty or so little wet logs that were put down to lift you above the mud, my back tire went all over the place. Luckily I pulled it out and made a mental note to drop some PSI.

After a quick ride up Daniel, we were at the second checkpoint (Daniel and 225) talking with the volunteer. He had three PBR’s sitting on a table, I think it was a trick but I didn’t fall to the siren’s call. We got our stamp and continued on to Farlow OhmyfreakinggodIcan’tbelievewearegoingtohikeupyou Gap.

When we got to the intersection of Farlow and Daniel, we refueled because the next hour and a half was going to hurt. Going up Farlow cannot be compared to anything but when it is sleepy hollow foggy outside and occasionally raining hard and often cold, it becomes “El Guapo” in the traditional sense. Farlow is a curvy seductress that says “You can ride me, if you dare.” The first two miles we were able to ride a bit but the next couple miles were like being on a foggy, rainy, rocky stairmaster from hell. Only, you had to carry your bike during your workout.

Eventually, through Eric’s time and space continuum we were at the top and we had made it to our third checkpoint. Nobody was in the tent so I crawled inside and wrote down our team number and where we were headed next, Kissee.

This is a section of the forest that I am not familiar with. Up to this point, I had looked at the map only briefly. Now I would have to rely on the map to get me to the next checkpoint. I found the road that parallel’s the Art Loeb trail and off we went. Since it was so rainy and muddy it wasn’t hard to find tire tracks in the mud. However, I quickly realized that there were tracks everywhere. I looked at the map again at our next intersection and off we went.

We bagged our fourth and final checkpoint at Kissee when I had a brain fart Joe had to pull me out of. I said “Let’s go back down Farlow.” Joe exclaimed that he had seen enough of Farlow for one day, so we followed the “SWANK” route back out to Gloucester Gap.

I was feeling especially strong and was still leading coming out to Gloucester gap when I decided I needed solid food. I went on a nut bar search through my bag when I happened onto two bags of white chunk tuna I had packed. HALLELUJA, fish in the woods. I ate the bag of tuna, Joe came rolling out of the woods and we made the drop down down down from Gloucester Gap headed back to Cove Creek.

Again I felt good climbing Cove Creek and lead the climb. Once we were back on 225 headed up the steep pitch, I started to feel tired and walked the bike a little.
Back going up Club Gap now, we stopped and filtered water and I was starting to bonk. I took out my other bag of tuna and it was gone in a matter of seconds. I was slower than slow hiking up Club Gap.

I stopped to look at the map and decided down Avery would be our choice. Then I took a chance on the first fireroad left that we could take back to Club Gap. I didn’t realize this road was there and it is much faster than Black Mountain but I was still walking in spots and Joe was now leading the climbs.

Out onto Clawhammer and I felt slightly elated, I knew it was a couple miles down, a couple miles up and one more singletrack downhill to the finish. We were going to make it before dark this year.

Again I was walking up some of the pitches on Maxwell as my legs weren’t cramping but did not have much power left. Coming down the last two sections on Black Mountain I tried my best to just use my back brake as my front had been rendered useless from the bad conditions. I had a spare set of pads with me and in hindsight I should have replaced them because I ruined my front rotor with some metal on metal action in the end.

Down Black and we were at the finish. Coming down Black it was obvious that I had chosen poorly for our route. There were many finisher’s ahead of us even though we had been the third team to reach Farlow Gap’s checkpoint. Even now, I am ok with that as we had an awesome day in the woods and were able finish in the middle of the pack respectively. I would have been hard pressed to think that we could do that route on any given day and come in before dark. As warriors on a mission, we conquered it.

I can’t say enough about this race, people involved, supporting cause (Asheville Humane Society, race promoter, VOLUNTEERS and PISGAH NATIONAL FOREST!

So thanks to everyone that helped make this possible and a special thanks to Eric for continuing to push our limits and do it in a very respectable and inhumane manner.

I will again stick to my race slogan for PMBAR, “An Inhumane race, for a humane cause.”

Enjoy this report as I am on the road this week and may not be posting much.

Thursday, May 03, 2007

News At Last

I guess I can divulge the secret from last week now as it seems it might become reality. I will be hauling some extra poundage in the form of a helmet camera and associated gear for PMBAR.

That’s right folks, we are going to be on TV or something. That is, unless I manage to crash so hard that the magnetic force field from Earth erases all the recordings on the nine tapes I will be carrying. I may have to call my buddy Hugh Heffner and get a fluff bunny to change out tapes for me. I think it is only fair.

So how did all of this happen? I am not quite sure myself, one moment, I was worrying about how many electrolytes to carry and now I am worrying about how many tapes to carry. All I really know is that Emergen-C has upped the ante for the actual helmet cam, BradO (poor unlucky soul) is providing the actual camera and I am the sucker that gets’s to "carry" the idea from conception to reality.

I am supposed to be talking with somebody from Emergen-C to find out what their “goals” are for this. Ummmm, maybe they want to see how many times I fall walking? How many times Joe cusses me out for losing our way and the map?

The result could be really interesting especially considering I will be riding a rigid bike, things might be kind of shaky, Blair Witch style filming.

Enough about that, we will eventually either see what the outcome is or we won’t. Last night Blair and I met up with D-Kuntz and BrouSSard out at Dupont. We saw BradO’s car in the lot but he was already out capturing everything organic on film.

We started off on Dusty-over and then rode up to the Airstrip where we saw somebody standing at the end. I turned to BrouSSard and said “That is BradO, I can tell because he has his photographer elbow kicked out to the side.” Sure enough he was already snapping pictures.

I let BrouSSard lead down Airstrip and he commenced to lead a blistering pace down through the dust. At the bottom of airstrip, there is a pretty hefty log ride that I finally cleaned with the help of “Kodak Courage,” as BrouSSard would say.
Thanks for the pictures Brad! I think Brad takes pictures in his sleep.

It was a great ride, nice and easy on the legs, plenty of beer afterwards.


Wednesday, May 02, 2007

He's Back

Last night Andrew emailed me up for our first mountian bike ride since his knee surgery. It has been over 5 months since I had seen Andrew on a bike. It is always nice to see people coming back.

So when I got the email that said him and Ty were going to be urban assaulting and having beers from the keg afterwards, what could I say? The intelligent thing to do was to go ride and drink beer.
I rolled from my house and made the short couple miles over to Andrew's. When I arrived I was greeted by this:
Here is Andrew standing with his Bontrager single speed. He is dying to ride it as he has a new Walt Works fork on it. It will be a bit before he can SS again. There is quite a bit of single track in the downtown area around Greenville. Here is Ty rolling through some of it:

I had a really good time rolling through the town last night. Afterwards we had Terrapins from Andrew's keg and he cooked up some pasta. How can you beat that? I went back out to my bike after eating and guess what? That's right a thorn flat. I changed it and rolled home.
You know that we always say to just have a good time in the woods right? Well after hitting up a small downhill around town we saw some kids doing just that. If you don't have a bike, ride whatever you can get your hands on.

Tuesday, May 01, 2007

Not So Interesting

Unless you are participating in PMBAR, you might not find this post too interesting. Some of you out there may find this post very helpful.

I will give some background for those who don’t know but might care. Pisgah Mountain Bike Adventure Race involves 75 teams of two racers (that’s 150 folks for those of you who are having trouble with math this year) racing to Y number of checkpoints out of X checkpoints. In the past, this has been 4 out of 5 checkpoints with one mandatory checkpoint and a two hour time bonus to any team who reaches all five. We won’t really know for sure if it is the same way this year until Saturday morning.

The area involved covers a good portion of the Pisgah National Forest. “The Ranger District” to be exact, it is a unique “race” in that sense. A finishing route will take you anywhere from 55 – 85 miles to complete and the amount of climbing involved is, well let’s just say that if you haven’t met Jesus or your version of God yet and you are doing this race, be prepared to meet your maker. Last year Joe and I had a 70 mile chunk of change and I was scared to add up the altitude change.

When thinking about what to carry for the PMBAR there are some items we have to carry for safety sake and because Eric requires it.

So for sure don’t forget:

Water Filter or Iodine (Personally I drank around 20 liters of water last year, that means 17 of them were filtered from creeks)
Rain Jacket
Emergency Blanket
Map!!!!!!!!!! (if you haven’t heard, I lost it for a little while last year)
Light source (camping light for us last year)
Rear Blinkie
First Aid kit

So that takes care of everything that we are REQUIRED to carry or you can’t even start the race. Last year I carried a ton of food with me.

You should realistically plan on taking enough food for how long you think you will be out in the woods. Last year Joe and I were out on the “course” for a little over 13 hours. So this year I am planning on 12 hours of food. That includes hammer gel, cliff bloks, propel packets (because only water is going in the bladder), peanut butter sandwich and a ton of electrolyte pills.

On the lighter side of things, if this thread hasn’t made you laugh, your laughers are just plain broken.