Good Rides
This weekend was bike filled, and importantly so, since I didn't do any riding after work this week. For some reason I would come home drained of motivation and energy only wanting to sleep. Working in an office will do this to you, its a sad reality, and it must be fought.
Saturday, on a whim I decided I needed a long ride so I set out on a 40 mile trip out into Larrabee state park, my ultimate destination a remote body of water called "Lost Lake". The trip was filled with some great trails and loads of climbing and excellent descending. The highlight had to be a 2.5 mile pure downhill run down a thin strip of single-track with lazy gradual corners and high speeds. Despite some rain the ride was very refreshing mentally and physically, the only downside was a motorist who on the way home nearly hit me as he exited a parking lot at high speed. After we exchanged some words he got out of his vehicle and started to run after me but he was fat and I was not so I laughed and rode away. Those silly car drivers!
Today I saddled up the big bike and rode Galbraith for a while. One of my favorite trails called 911 had recently received some love, the drops and jumps were buffed and enlarged giving the trail a fresh makeover. Great job to the trail crew, their work is much appreciated. Because of the recent rain, which continued into today, the trails were pretty wet which really helped me feel at home, I was able to get low and slide the corners even more, float over the roots and channel the spirit of the UH Trail, my original training ground.
Pics of the Lost Lake Ride
Saturday, on a whim I decided I needed a long ride so I set out on a 40 mile trip out into Larrabee state park, my ultimate destination a remote body of water called "Lost Lake". The trip was filled with some great trails and loads of climbing and excellent descending. The highlight had to be a 2.5 mile pure downhill run down a thin strip of single-track with lazy gradual corners and high speeds. Despite some rain the ride was very refreshing mentally and physically, the only downside was a motorist who on the way home nearly hit me as he exited a parking lot at high speed. After we exchanged some words he got out of his vehicle and started to run after me but he was fat and I was not so I laughed and rode away. Those silly car drivers!
Today I saddled up the big bike and rode Galbraith for a while. One of my favorite trails called 911 had recently received some love, the drops and jumps were buffed and enlarged giving the trail a fresh makeover. Great job to the trail crew, their work is much appreciated. Because of the recent rain, which continued into today, the trails were pretty wet which really helped me feel at home, I was able to get low and slide the corners even more, float over the roots and channel the spirit of the UH Trail, my original training ground.
Pics of the Lost Lake Ride
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