Sometimes there's a shitter in the woods

PBR demonstrating how my riding was yesterday

Plainly said, it was like shit. I met up with PBR and Mark yesterday for a friendly spin in the Canyon. Weather was awesome, trails were awesome and I thought I was gonna be riding awesome. 1st six miles went by so fast...I guess a 3% percent uphill grade for 6 miles on a smooth as a baby's bottom dirt road would make anyone feel like a super hero on a bike.

Soon as we hit the trails PBR was off like a shot..I was feelin ok....chest a little heavy but still feelin pretty good. Soon as I reached Lenny's Rest though..my energy level went down the drain.

Literally I was ready to fall asleep where I was standing, my eyes became watery and super heavy and I felt drunk on my feet. We were only a little over 8 miles from the trailhead and I was ready to go home. Mark was complaining pretty loudly about his vajaja hurting though, guy has been off the bike for a while so I kept my mouth shut to keep the whining down.

We headed over to Indian Creek and hit the hike-a-bike..Mark decided to call it when PBR left us again but I pushed ahead only to just about eat it on the 1st descent. OK, Its time for me to go home to but I pushed on to let PBR know and hit the 1st Stephen's Gulch turnoff.

I caught up with PBR to let him know to go ahead but the guy wouldn't hear of it and joked about beer and a game to watch waitin at home so he'd join me for the Stephen's descent. I know he was just nicely sayin he wanted to make sure I got out of the woods ok because lookin at the pics he took, I looked like death was about to hit any moment.

I let PBR take point and lead me down Stephen's...I was laggin and almost hoping to be eatin by the mountain lions that take refuge in the area but alas I survived to make it back to Waterton Canyon where a boy no more then 8 years old schooled me down the 3% grade, smooth as a baby's butt dirt road.



Least these guys let me take their photo

Finally made it back to the car for a can of PBR's favorite beer and a quick drive home. I laid down at 7:30pm and didn't get up till 7am this morning. This fuggin devil cold is kicking my arse.

Oskar Blues Ten Fidy

Looks like my Favorite beer of all time is getting some national attention



Now go get ya some!

Crested Butte...I so wanted to race you

My co-workers all laughed at me this morning. I thought to cry but I laughed instead.

No, I did not show up in my birthday suit, nor with toilet paper hanging out the rear of my pants or even with my underwear on the outside of my pants.

I woke up at 7:30am groggy from a night of unrest and wondering why my alarm didn't go off. Usually I'm already within the herd of composites and steel ...slowly making my way towards the dark towers on 6th Avenue by this time.



Somehow I still made it in by 8am but then I realized I didn't have any work for the day. Oh yeah, just another kick in the ol' mountain oysters...for I took today off to go to Crested Butte for the race that was meant to be...just not for me...not this year. No racin...no money makin...Fugg me.

On a brighter note...amid all the hacking, coughing, and vomiting...I put on a pretty good show at the local brew in ride. I was feeling worse for wear as everyone and I mean everyone left me on the paved climb up to the Big Green Hill. Once there though, I held a good mid pack performance. I was even given chance to chase one of the leaders for a while in 2nd position...couldn't hold it though and quickly fell back to mid pack. Back to Ironworks Brewery for an Oatmeal Stout and a bit of Karaoke...gotta love that little brewery...Mullets and 80's ladies hair make for most of the flair.

Rain....

Rain..I used to love rain. The East Coast goodness of Pisgah just isn't the same without slippery roots and rocks from an over abundance of moisture.

Here on the Front Range though...Rain sucks...rain causes the Bentonite clay in our soil to become a sticky goo that sticks to everything and ultimately becomes a immovable monster upon your rig..Even if you could ride you don't want to be on the trails....slobbery nasty trails...pfft...so much better when dry.

There's supposed to be a ride tomorrow night on the Big Green Hill..Good thing we're meeting at Ironworks for some pre ride pints...maybe post ride too...as much rain is fallin...may not be much singletrack to be ridden.

So the weekend cometh and my heart grows heavy...all year long I had hoped to go to the Crested Butte Classic but alas life came along and kicked me in the mountain oysters. Wondering if I have it in me to at least complete Death March Dave's Big Fall Ride.

Hmmm...still recovering from the Flu and suffering lingering effects on the bod, 50 miles or so from the middle of no where heading towards the cool town of Lyons on a mostly rocky in rooty singletrack route that Dave's picked out from a source of goat trails mostly known only to him. At least my favorite cough syrup will be waiting at the end. Decisions, decisions...

Ripe n Ready from the Cherry Tree

The new and improved Juice fell off the cherry tree this weekend while me and the family were laid up with the flu or some devilish version of the cold all weekend long.

No fuggin riding or building all weekend long as our temperatures read in the stratosphere, lungs were hacked, and our bodies were wracked with tremors.

Even though the Juice has been claimed to be "new and improved" I think it may be a temporary reprieve. I was originally looking to go with, and still the top contender is dark steel but I'm looking into options such as the local favorite, the John Henry, a Curtlo or on the high end of the spectrum the Route 29

Kenosha, Fall, and Steamboat

Whew...its been a great long weekend of riding, fun, colors of fall and spending time with the beautiful Mrs. Goat. Its our anniversary see, 10 beautiful years worth and going strong.

This post will be more random images of the weekends rides as the real world is calling for me to go to work again and lets face it...you just visit me for the images anyway..

Views from Kenosha Pass





Startin to feel a bit like fall





Breakin treeline





enjoying my hamburger while getting snowed on





Jefferson Creek Trail









Just a few miles from being back to the car I run into some old friends

PBR



the Mad Scientist





On to Steamboat


Yesterday morning I rode over to Mt Werner and I climbed up Zig Zag then on to Duster, up Sunshine, Up Cathey's Cutoff..somewhere close to 4 K of climbing right there from the Steamboat Hotel...from there I went Down Pete's Wicked Trail back up Sunshine and down the Sunshine Traverse then down to Moonlight and Valley View.

This morning I wanted to find the mad house(old ranger station, never did) but did ride the Mad Creek trail to the Wilderness Boundary then up Saddlebrook and down Red Dirt where I spooked a huge black bear off the trail. Was awesome to see but alas too I was to slow with the camera....Got a big ol route planned for Steamboat soon starting from Springbrook and ending with Fish Creek Falls.

Orange Peel...by far one of the coolest bike shops on the planet





Jackalope a plenty in the Boat



Aspens in the Early morning light





Soaking it up with my lady





Mad Creek Trail



the Mad Barn



so many aspens



Far as I can go



fields of dreams



watch out for that nest



views off of Red Dirt



the final bit of Red Dirt Goodness



The bear was spotted just beyond...damn my slow trigger finger

I'll be back for you Fish Creek Falls...on bike

I'm Back...Back in the saddle again

The borrowed ride for a while...Thanks Canyon Rat!



MMM...singlespeed...I was suffering so good at the beginning of the ride but after a bit of ruckus and a few shots of Yager I was feelin oh so good.



Spike taking a moment to enjoy his hoppy beer...I perfer to chew on my beer, thanks.



PBR flying down Evergreen Mountain



Canyon Rat, too fast for the Camera



PBR's bike telling everyone else's bikes exactly what it thinks of them



The last vestiges of an extremely awesome evening of bike riding