OK, everyone else must be totally pooped. I know I was when I got home.
So to recap:
It's becoming more the norm that it is not a BARF MTB ride unless Bap goes down, and down I went on the second to last railroad tie on Cinderella
Other than that, it was a great ride..... epic if not in distance definitely in attitude.
It started off with Sonny, Roxy and Ryan meeting at 1:30 at Skyline Gate. At about 1:25, I was still in my meeting, and was going to be late, so I called. Sonny and Roxy told me they'd wait since Cody and his buddy were running late.
By the time Budman and I got done with our meeting, it was 2:15 and I still needed to get home, get my bike, and get to Skyline Gate. When I get home,l I get a message from Cody that he left his jacket at home and if I can being one for him. It's raining cats and dogs out there so me, being the nice guy I am, brought him a jacket to wear.
So I get there at just before 3:00 p.m., to an almost empty parking lot. (I love you guys for waiting for me
) Aside from our vehicles, there just one a pickup truck. As I'm unloading, a chick in total yellow slickdr type rain gear and her soaking wet retriever come off the trail and loads up to take off. She's probably thinking we're totally retarded at this point. We get unloaded and we get ready to roll.
We're on the trail by 3:00, and we already know it's going to be an amazing ride. Like I said earlier, epic is the appropriate word to describe it. We take off on westridge, feeling it out a little bit to make sure it's not going to be too horrible. By the time we go a couple of hundred yards, we're already muddy as hell. Ryan's got the full on rain suit and A* rain gloves on and seems to be toasty and comfy, with his home made mud guards keeping him fairly clean. Sonny and Roxy are wearing their FF Helmets and at least one of them would regret it later.
We toodle along on westridge and realize the conditions aren't bad at all, traction is not really an issue, and we're plugging along at a good pace (for me, I'm slow). We make the climb to the Observatory without any real issues, and start the descent into Redwood Bowl. So far so good, and there's not another soul on the trails. Mind you, thus far, we're getting soaked to the bone, as the rain is coming down steady and hard.
The downhill portions are not so bad, no one has any mishaps, and we take Graham to Dunn. We exit Redwood and take Skyline a short distance on the pavement to Sequoia Bayview. We ride along to Cinderella, and after some discussion opt for Cindy over Chappy. All is good, it's my second time down Cindy and I'm bringing up the rear. The trail is in good shape, with some running water and some minor puddles, but they're easy enough to roll through and grip is good. I'm thinking I'm home free since Ryan game me some pointers on how to roll through the last short section of Cindy. Here's where I eat it. I'm going over the second to last railroad tie, I'm way off the back of the seat, and my arms are pretty much straight because of how far back I got myself, and as my weight goes further back, I add front brake just from my arms pulling, an I end up going over the bars as my front wheel hits the ground past the tie. My right knee slams on the tie itself as my left ankle gets caught up on my pedal. Sonny apparently is the only one who hears me go down, and he comes up the trail to get me. I hobble down, but I'm ok, so we continue riding.
Let me say before going further, that Ryan is a freaking monster. On this day, $2 Hill got a promotion to $10 hill, and Ryan cleaned it up with a couple of bucks to spare. The guy cranked all the way to Sequoia Bayview without skipping a beat. Yeah he was grunting and looked like he was gonna quit, but he cranked up that thing like a freaking billygoat. I hate that guy.
Anyway, after that, we made a slippery bridge crossing. As in, couldn't stand on the bridge without slipping and sliding slippery, ice skating anyone? made our way back to westridge, and called it a day in the parking lot. On the way back we did actually run into 4 people or so, two of tehm, with a pack of dogs, and they all thought we were crazy, but seemed to be laughing with us, not at us (or so I'd like to think).
So the rest of the guys went to get some grub, while I had to get my sorry ass home. Got home just in time to have the sun go down around 5:20.
So, all in all, great ride, with some great people. You guys are tough, and I'm glad you let a pussy like me tag along with you guys (and gal).
Lessons learned today:
Get off the brakes while actually going over an obstacle. Brake in between.
Train some more.
The east bay trails we rode today are totally ridable when wet. No freaking excuses.
Til next time