My cycling journal
From the monthly archives:
After spending the 35 minutes it takes to climb Middle Peak in Cuyamaca, you are presented with a choice. You can either continue down the back of Middle Peak via the well cleared fire road, or you can take an improbable left and take what we call, The Shortcut.
Yesterday, I was following Mark and [...]
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Mark has a creak in his suspension and it’s really bugging me. Creak, creak, creak. I make a face without looking back and all of a sudden a quarter cup of sweat comes out from under my helmet – where’d that come from?
Creak, creak, creak.
I’m turning the pedals over one-by-one, just focusing on [...]
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The Straight Poop…
I’m flying down a rocky fire road, going like a bat out of hell trying to catch Mark. I’m maybe 20 feet off his wheel, looking for a place to pass and his dust is choking me. I think about the amount of horse poop I’ve seen that day and I [...]
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Three days of road bike Monster climbs along Highway 395 of the Eastern Sierras between Big Pine and Mammoth Lakes. This trip is designed for over-the-hill polka dot wanna-bees looking for good company, no cars, and upward tilting pavement. 20,000 feet of climbing on 4 goliaths in under 140 miles jammed into just 3 days.
“Monster [...]
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