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3X1. There are rides and there are rides. An insane Sunday Hot lap of that which is sacred with 2 dudes who inspire, motivate, and keep me honest. Gents, thank you. This was a grin ear to ear all the way ride. It was bliss and centering and home and bro down love and all of the above. I am in DEBT.
Green. Red. Mexican Logger. Perhaps the best beer in the world. Thank you SKA Brewing of Durango. A lovely solo morning, followed by an intense day, followed by extra woods time with the man who's name is a verb. Never seen him happier. Hats off, dude, bro, man. 4 hours in the woods today. I feel good. And it's just the beginning of the weekend.
Everybody's working for the weekend - ya know.
"Aluminum - I'm good - right?"
The intense weather does have some advantages. This was a solid 11 on my Rainbow Meter.
And, did the first half of the commute with Team WONDERASS today - you can see the clouds that will try to kill me later tonite - in this pic. First real distress call in a while from beneath a tree in the woods. "Honey - come save me"
4 rides in 36. Nice. Rest day tmrw. Going deep and obscure with 'El Jefe' Friday morning. No better way to test character than a 3-4 hour slog through the woods on 'trails'. Today was my 1 year anniversary of bailing from the world of corporate advertising. Why - did I not do it sooner?
Long about 15 years ago, I ran into this guy who had a flat on Magnolia, commuting in via bike. As we worked it out - he and I had been commuting in slightly different patterns just a few minutes apart for a number of years. We rode in....started hanging out.
Cut to now, or a decade and a half later and we rolled in on a glorious, slightly overcast morning. The berries are ripening and I actually saw some blackberries mixed in with the raspberries - and I don't know if I have ever seen that before.
My epiphany on this fine morning was sharing some relatively new trail with someone I trust completely and feeling that joy of sharing. Yes, I said joy of sharing. This is after all the bs I go through to not ride with anyone and keep a lotta stuff off the radar of the world. I was so stoked to take this guy - on these trails......made my day. And the day has progressed in fine fashion. I am hearing there is light rain up top.....all the better to quietly roll home in and rest up for tomorrow.
Got high the last three days. Got mighty. At som epoint...the things your kid(s) do outweigh any thing you could ever do. Here is Q on a favorite descent - locking in the body english of a pro. There goes my hero.
A moody and viscous maiden these hills are. Just a few days away.....and even time at the beach. 4 good surfs, 2 with my nephew who has the bug big time. Valet'd my board for the first time; put a surfboard in a town car for the first time; did a speech to about 250 very smart people...intimidating one - but fun. Back in the hood yesterday and today and it is just perfect. Something happens above 10k. Above where there are other people. Girl and I rode for 3 hours and saw no one. I don't even think we saw a track from another bike. The greenery is crested butte like. HUGE flowers and fields of blossoms and plants higher than I think I have ever seen here. We are going to shuttle some 'da kine' with the kids tomorrow nite as Quinn is shredding the downhills, still getting his stuff down on the climbs. Home for 10 days until the next trip to the airport. I plan to leverage every moment of it.
Rare company on an amazing morning. Humid. Hot. Dense foliage. This dude followed me ALL THE WAY TO BOULDER. I thought the ferns might take over, but we prevailed. And it was good. A truly blessed way to start the week, on this intricate, slow and technical descent. Monday. Will be in the Pacific by mid-day Wednesday, and that is just dandy with me.
The columbines are still large and in charge. Scored a few hours today before the hail and rain, that kinda never came, but did. Also, got to skate today for the first time in a while. And the fear of rolling tranny on a skateboard was matched and surpassed only by the joy of feeling some tricks coming out through the DNA.
Back to the beach - the other coast - wednesday thru friday. Salt creek. Hollow beach break. I will have the Spacecake - the 6"0 Machado retro single. It is lovely in steep waves. Unlike the board Q is posing with above, which is a '64 Bing original. When rails were think, boards went straight, men were men, and nobody did kickflips on surfboards. Into the week - like a moth to the flame.
Things are firming up. The benefit of all that rain - is when it ends - things get FAST. And Firm. Really kinda bakes the trails in. Sweet.
That's what I tell myself. Should stop riding. Can't. Should stop caring so much about everything. Can't. Should stop trying to get up at 5; ride hard; work all day; ride 'til dark; get up early...do it all again.
Gotta give myself a break. Can't. No time. What if it all ended tomorrow. It does. Sometimes. I want to leave 'this place' knowing I fucking left nothing on the table. That means burning it...everyday....all day. I will sleep when I am dead. I hope. But I doubt it.
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