Saturday, September 26, 2009

Palmares

Of the racing i did this year, my results follow:

Blairadam blast: 5th overall, 1st singlespeed
Bristol bike fest: 5th open male
singletrack classic weekender: 7th open male
10 at kirroughtree: 15th open male
Brighton big dog: 20th open male
Shenandoah 100: 205th overall (!) 36th singlespeed
sswc 09: 10,374th ish.

Mediocre, but enjoyable. Bring on cross.

So...



After Shenandoah, we headed down the Blue Ridge Parkway into North Carolina. From there into the Smokey Mountains. Trina has more ace pics, beautiful place, though 3 days out from H'burg and no shower was...tough...but worth it.



We cut west to Little Rock, where we enjoyed a pub quiz at a local tap room - Flying Saucer (where i had my only sierra nevada pale ale of the trip) and also did a pub quiz. At which we sucked. 0 points, seriously. What is Indiana Jones' first name?

Then into Oklahoma...



Route 66, babe.



...and Texas. After an amusing camp in Palo Duro (folk driving 50 yards to the toilet, mosquitoes and stories of the white man's relentless clearing of indigenous peoples) we went north and up into New Mexico.



As firm aficionados of mexican and border style cooking, this part was good. Fiesta time in Santa Fe meant lots of revving in custom choppers...



...and excellent street food.



And maybe the odd margaritas.



Thence to D town. Oh yes.

Thursday, September 24, 2009

Larry, Larry, Oh Larry.

Larry - new 3.8" tyre from surly....

Tuesday, September 22, 2009

Hitting it one last time.



And then we will have to start sorting out next year...

Sunday, September 20, 2009

Thursday, September 17, 2009

What?



Where in the world can i be?

Sunday, September 13, 2009

Recreational Equipment Inc.


REI. Yup, you can get stuff at REI. Rather than bother about whether 29ers really, really are scientifically better than 26ers, im looking forward to SSWC in durango.

Wednesday, September 09, 2009

10.46

Full write up when i get decent access on VC Moulin. No legs. Dust. 10.46 and disappointed. Legs empty. Bike and wheels asking for a better pilot.

Compadres Buck, Mike Ramponi and Ferrari ROCKED IT.

Yo.