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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