Esso si que es, parte tres

Lame photography here and poor lighting limit the showing...but these rocks from longtime sponsor Sock Guy!

Hagar said it best

Just get in your bad motor scooter and ride

Only you provide the motor.

Recharge your bubula

There is always that one song in the IPOD that pops up about the time your are ready to pack it in a call it day.

This is the one that says eff it, your staying out a bit longer.

The pedal cadence picks up a bit..........

and that hill in front of your suddenly seems like it needs to be taught a lesson.

The head bobs, the speed seems extraordinary and there just ain't nothing stopping you.

Even your bike hears the beat and wants in on the action.

This just isn't the song you flat on.

It's the song that flattens every obstacle in your way.

It's your zone and there is no one who can enter it but you.

Whenever you run out of your bubula, make sure to play this cause we all need some Rebubula.

What's yours?

Encore Presentation

Blew the dust off the bindings and saw the old wax flake off. Seems like the 90's all over again only without the great economy and reckless abandon of youth. Knees says whoa old man....whoa.......

Buy your tickets fast because this gray hair tour ain't gonna last long.

It's about as pretty as Ozzy in spandex...or Heart in Lingere.

Did you just say uwwwwwwwwwweeeeeeeee?

At least this place makes Taos seem Inquisitional. I can fake the blue turns with great ease but the moguls seem like a leap of faith that I just don't want to take on these joints anymore.

It's about time I hook up the Madshus Express and see if this is something on the horizon........

Dreamed I was an eskimo

Well I turned around I said ho-ho.....

Buffalo Soldier

60 miles of singletrack all within a few miles of the graves for Billy the Kid and Smokey the Bear, not to mention former stomping grounds of the original mountain bikers - the Buffalo Soldiers. I only had time for 15-miles and then had to race the sunset again.







This place is destination worthy and downright epic! Start in the meadows where lotsa of pictures were taken but the best stuff is in the pinion-juniper zone and it's tougher than Otero. Wow, fun stuff to be had. More proof that the while the USFS has the sheer volume of trails, the BLM is by far the one putting in epic worthy singletrack on a more frequent basis. BLM networks rock! Think about it - Hartman Rocks, Phils World, Dona Ana, White Mesa, Soverign Trails, and of course all the BLM networks in GJ/Fruita among others...... The BLM puts in closed loop networks that allow one to drive and an go play. Someone outght to do a book on these.

Oh and it's plug-and-play here in Fort Stanton, for sure. Drive to the trailhead and the kiosk has a big plastic map and then 2 drawers full of take with you paper maps. All you need to do is get there and plan the adventure while in the parking lot. Every tail has a name and all intersections are marked as well.

Then go visit Smokey and the Kid. Make sure to eat the BBQ and apple pie at Tom's too. Drop a piece of BBQ meat to the floor in Smokeys memory and then go rob the place and shoot all of the Irish-Republican Carpetbaggers in honor of Billy. Ok, if you don't want to commit a crime...just drink a toast to the Regulators. Murphy-Dolan still deserve an single finger salute at least.

The Squirming Coil

The squirming coil of sunset
I keep within my reach
Tried yesterday to get away
And hitchhiked to the beach

I saw satan on the beach
Trying to catch a ray
He wasnt quite the speed of light
And the squirming coil
It got away....

The muscles flex the mothers ring
She fastens children to her king
And sends him down the crooked street
When he returns, the births complete

Jimmy holds the tannis root
The forests tasty nectar shoot
The sun tips off the monarchs suit
From sequined sash to shiny boot

Id like to lick the coil some day
Like icarus, who had to pay
With melting wax and feathers brown
He tasted it on his way down

Stun the puppy!
Burn the whale!
Bark a scruff and go to jail!
Forge the coin and lick the stamp!
Little jimmys off to camp

Sometimes the lyrics in the IPOD can just describe the trail better than you can.

Silence in the Morning

Work comes regardless of whether or not you want it to. Check in, check out. Punch the clock and the paycheck comes. Work even harder and the bonus check comes. It's really that simple.

Il trattare

The Bianchi is back up and running. The $500 bike finally needed a wheel upgrade, and also a new rear brake. So when you need wheels for something like this where do you go? Neuvation of course. M28 aeros and the hardest part was getting the damn stickers off. Plowed through a dirty and slightly muddy western route through King Coal and Breen for 70 miles and nary a peep from the new wheels. Solid beyotches they is. Even better it takes cogs as opposed to freewheels. I think I'm done with freewheels. Sure they can be elegant like anything from White Industries, but taking off a free wheel just plan sucks and leaves the knuckles bloody at times. Pop in a singlecog and some spacers and it's just too easy. Sort of like the Schraeder Valve...sure it's not cool, but it does work better than the more elegant option, although no one will admit it.

Maybe I need to start biking in cutoff Wranglers, greasy wifebeater shirt, and Chucky Taylors on platform pedals. Cutters!

Another day, another climate zone

I went to go visit CrustyBut on the way back I went to see Gunny.
Where the trails flowed as smooth as honey.
Where it wasn't even remotely really sunny.
At 8400-ft elevation, I never did see a bunny.
Where at 35F, my warm clothes were worth their money.
Where all the gearing you need is a one-ey.
And with the ever present wind all the snowdrifts go runny.
Ok, I got nothing more. I was just trying to be funny.

BTW - I saw nothing but furry hunter type tracks all over these snowy trails. Some little paw, some medium paw and some really big effing paw. Great, even the cougars are athletes in Gunny!

Familiar ground

With a bit of work in the burque, I rode the old staple. Funny how the trail that I got bored riding is now the trail that I miss.

Where's the beef?

Apparently it's in CA and I'm gonna get some. Tri-tip that is, Then there is that dirt road.

At least it gives me some new reason to keep turning the pedals.