Went to Bisbee.
March and April are prime for desert camping and hiking. We did our share this past two months.
A little talk and a little ride. We talked with our Councilman about coming bike lanes on 32nd Street from Shea to Union Hills roads. We are looking at decreasing the number of lanes to 2 from 3 in each direction. That would be awesome.
We had like a 5 mile ride with a full police escort – they had like 8 bike police and 5 police cars. We felt pretty special.
Well a backpacking overnighter anyways.
First time out since a really nice Tucson ride in November.
Last week we had white stuff on the ground.
I totally had fun driving the subie in that.
It was nice to get out. I have had a nice time of the bike. But I miss it dearly. A few more moons and it will be back.
After an impromptu late Friday night ride with Jason, I barely got some sleep and then headed over to Scottsdale to lend some time and “used to work at a bike shop” skills to Recycleyourbicycle. A great group of people and a just cause. They have a lot of work to do.
There were a few bikes to fix.
I even ran into an old friend Pete from my bike shop days in Scottsdale. It was great to catch up.
This past Thursday I started to clean out my desk to make room for a bigger desk. I think it means there is more work on the horizon. Anyway, I found some coin.
I quickly went to a local used goods store and scored some tires for a Monstercross project.
check out the fat!
Then, later, after playing with bikes and generally nothing else all day, Der Hammah and I attended another SUB24 ride to have a fire and swap lies.
After some biscuits and gravy and an awesome coffee, John and I pedaled our separate ways.
Then, I helped Karen move her Massage office to a new location.
THEN, I received the first massage in the new office.
A great weekend.
So I arrive to the venue at about 8:30 the night before. The drive on the dirt road to find a spot to pitch the tent was unbelievable. The dust and the cars and the tents and the people and the bikes were all melding into one little symphony of bliss. And the beer? It was there, flowing like an endless river of gold.
I had absolutely no idea of where I was. In the dark, setting up, I could hear the Rider Meeting over the loudspeaker. It seemed like about a mile or more away. Those camped near me were all hanging out around a fire so I went to them thinking that if we could hear what was going on, why wander away from the beer and the fire? It was a great start.
In the morning, after a fitful night of worry sleep and that ever-nagging requirement to leave the tent when you just don’t want to go take a piss at something like 4am, I woke up to overcast skies and a bit of work to get my bike ready. I had not really looked closely at it in weeks. It’s a singlespeed. I checked the air in the tires and wiped off the chain and didn’t lube anything. I didn’t pack anything. Good enough. All the worry gone.
I ride down the super short distance to the Packet Pickup to sign the thing and get the goods. They had coffee and burritos and so I made myself at home. After breakfast , I rode around and saw that there weren’t that many peoples and the venue wasn’t at all like it had seemed the night before. A solid little community of like minded riders milling about and getting ready.
My “race” was the 2nd after the 60 milers. They started an hour earlier than the 35 milers. They caught up to me about 2/3rd’s into my loop and the leader said “passing! leader here!”, I happily gave him and his followers the right of way and I marveled at the athleticism. The route was punishing on a rigid steel singlespeed. Super rocky and very unforgiving singletrack. I took a header going up hill. I will go back and ride it again for sure. I came home and told my wife my days of throwback tech from the 80’s is quite over. I think she smiled and told me to man up – there are more important things to worry about. She is probably right. I still came in tenth in the singlespeed class and I am an old man.
Epic Rides puts on great events.
She killed it.
A great thanks to Drunkcyclist for putting me in the show.