The Touch The Feel of Single Track

It's been ages since I've taken the time to go to Boyce to ride. Most of the summer the trails were overgrown and as slippery as a newly formed dog turd due to the constant rains of the Worst Summer Ever 2009. Then I got used to using that 50 minutes (25 minutes each way) in the car to ride my bike, and turned my road loop into multi surfaced 3 hour loop that I would do on knobbies. But after not riding Monday, and aborting my ride yesterday before my cheeks hit the saddle, I knew I needed dirt. Not pavement, not gravel, not double track (not that there's anything wrong with that), but twisty, tighter than a scared rat's anus single track. Boyce would be the ticket.

Time was a factor due to a production at B-Man's school where we would see him and his kindergarten class bust some karate moves and do dance production where they would sing a song in Portuguese. (This is SO not the sort of kindergarten I went to, THANK GOD!).

Anyway, back to my ride. It was short, but it was 98% single track, with plenty roots, twists and turns to keep me happy. The ride always give plenty of log piles too, including one up hill one (in my direction) near the sign where Washington crossed the Delaware, or got shot, or whatever, that I of course biffed on. Got my big wheel up over it and then got hung up, then a slow speed tip over into the sticks. It reeked of "Fred."


Every time I ride a place like Boyce it makes me wish that I still had one of my 26" wheeled bikes. I miss the way my 26er handled in the tight ass turns and how you could accelerate JUST a bit quicker out of them. A better cornerer may not notice, but I am a notoriously bad cornerer, and the 29" wheels don't help. Having said that for 80% of my riding the 29er is perfect for me. The option I had in 2006, was nice when I was switching between the full suspension El Santo and the Dos Niner. Anyway, the ride was great, not sure how I got off talking about bikes... oh yeah, this a bike blog, and I ride bikes. LOL!

The trails were in great shape and my legs felt good from the 2 day rest. Sometimes I think they KNOW when you're not going to have a long time to ride, and just feel spank-tastic. If I would have had all day to futz around, they would have felt like two dead pigs attached to my hips.

Fast paced, busy day of riding, family stuff, and little mag work done. Need to make up for that tomorrow, and NOW I want to go make some Pesto and chicken. Or SOMETHING before I eat my hand.

Later.