september sixth...
two thousand eight. four hours. six minutes. thirty point four miles.
the mohican ride: the four of us met at the trail head at about nine am. headed out from there. the morning was a little cool, so we all started with some sort of shell/warmers, but after the first climb...we started shedding.
the mix of fog, and morning light presented some wonderful scenery. the trail was just a little tacky...you know the not-dry/not-wet feeling. the grip of the trail was wonderful. everyone was riding great. ben stayed up ahead (like the hammer that he is), followed by a mix of ken, jon, and myself.
as the morning went on, so did the heat and humidity. no major issues. always a plus. one spill from jon, and one from me. at mile nineteen there's a bridge crossing followed by some rocks. well in my excitement i forgot that rubber and wet wood really don't mix that well, and down i went. big bruise on right knee, and some messed up fingers later.
and never say to jon or ken that this is the last hill. never. because if it isn't...you'll never hear the end of it till the end of the ride. so be sure.
after the twenty-four miler, ben and i hit the wilderness for a loop. as we pulled up and got ready we saw an ambulance pull up. not a good thing. from what we gathered...some kids were doing the downhill, and one messed up a jumped and broken his collar bone. other than that he seemed to be o.k.
the trail seemed to be a little messed up as far as the direction was going. we missed the 'rock garden', and the bridge leading up to the second half of the loop was gone, and the 'last part' of the loop was taped off (which i thought we could ride after labor day), so we just finished up and took off.
good times...
amitabha...
the mohican ride: the four of us met at the trail head at about nine am. headed out from there. the morning was a little cool, so we all started with some sort of shell/warmers, but after the first climb...we started shedding.
the mix of fog, and morning light presented some wonderful scenery. the trail was just a little tacky...you know the not-dry/not-wet feeling. the grip of the trail was wonderful. everyone was riding great. ben stayed up ahead (like the hammer that he is), followed by a mix of ken, jon, and myself.
as the morning went on, so did the heat and humidity. no major issues. always a plus. one spill from jon, and one from me. at mile nineteen there's a bridge crossing followed by some rocks. well in my excitement i forgot that rubber and wet wood really don't mix that well, and down i went. big bruise on right knee, and some messed up fingers later.
and never say to jon or ken that this is the last hill. never. because if it isn't...you'll never hear the end of it till the end of the ride. so be sure.
after the twenty-four miler, ben and i hit the wilderness for a loop. as we pulled up and got ready we saw an ambulance pull up. not a good thing. from what we gathered...some kids were doing the downhill, and one messed up a jumped and broken his collar bone. other than that he seemed to be o.k.
the trail seemed to be a little messed up as far as the direction was going. we missed the 'rock garden', and the bridge leading up to the second half of the loop was gone, and the 'last part' of the loop was taped off (which i thought we could ride after labor day), so we just finished up and took off.
good times...
amitabha...
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Sunday, September 07, 2008
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