BIG paved loop, except for the one tasty diversion off onto
singletrack.
I've ridden this short section of singletrack more than I
can count, maybe fifty-eleven times even. What makes this
short section great is that it has, or allows for, what I
think of as flow. It's downhill, but not seat of the pants
downhill, just a couple of gears taller than normal
downhill. It's tight, just over one bike wide. Control means
watching your speed at corners and blind spots, and ALWAYS
being able to stop for hikers. Though I rarely encounter
hikers. Most of the time though you can see far enough ahead
to get some speed going.
When you do get going on this section all your cares and
worries just drop away. All you can think about is leaning,
shifting, pedalling, braking, oh yeah, and grinning. Lots
and lots of grinning. The occasional branch sometimes gives
you a tap on the helmet as you rush by, but that's just to
check that you're paying attention to the matter at hand.
(As if your mind would/could wander).
It's certainly not technical, but there are enough rocks,
roots, windy twisty turns, and combinations of the three to
make sure you are focused. 'bout the worst that you'd do if
you got in trouble is go off into the bushes or hit one of
the small Oak trees. I prefer not to though.
Into an S-bend and you're high on the outside to miss a
large root gnarl, then it's on the brakes and tight around
the inside to miss the large roots on the outside of the
last part of the turn. These roots are gnarled, about as
thick as your wrist, and at a 45 degree angle to the trail.
Then it's staying right and down the hill before a quick
left and a cut-out back to the pavement.
Back to the pavement where my front der won't get me to the
big ring. I fuss a bit with the shifter/cable adjuster but
to no avail. Spin spin spin... all the way back to the car.
I've just gotta get better at adjusting front der's.
Back at the car we wait to get to our cooler that's filled
with freshly grilled chicken thighs (Zesty Thai Dressing)
and a pasta salad with green onions, english cucumber,
radishes. Some sliced carrots for roughage. all washed
down with H20. But how to get into the car? The keys
aren't in a bum-bag, nor pockets, nor anywhere else!!!
Where could they be????
Then I spot them. The keys are still in the door lock...
just hanging there. Been there since we left to ride. This
time it wasn't yours truly who made a big gaff, but my dear
better half. Nothing was touched. We were thankful for the
honesty of strangers, or their lack of observation skills
(whichever). It was sure a close call though.
We found a picnic table in some shade and downed our dinner.
After that, we checked out some wildflowers before heading
home. Not a bad way to unwind after a busy day!
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- Rog
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