Posted Oct. 20, 2003|
Steppin' it up at The Shells
Keene and Randall
I know I say this at every time of year, but this is definitely the best time to ride. We're in great shape, we don't have races to attend and the weather is cooler but still dry. The shortcomings we felt at the races are still tender, and we're fired up about building new skills. Also, it's a fun time to hook up with guys you haven't seen in a while and ride just for the fun of it.
On Sunday a bunch of us met at one of our jumping spots, The Shells. It's just south of the San Mateo Bridge in Foster City, sandwiched between a paved bike path and the San Francisco Bay. (Map) The ground consists of sand and ground up oyster shells, hence the name Shells.
On this fine day clouds floated high, planes cruised overhead and a breeze rustled our t-shirts. The conditions were prime, and so was the crew:
We've been out to Shells about ten million times, but today the boys were digging deep, like Grizzly Adams crossing an icy river with a wounded doe. They were hitting new combos, doing stuff backwards and transferring like crazy: There was transfer of power, Manhattan Transfer and all that.
Unsafe lane changes
The big rhythm section is as wide as a freeway, with as many lanes. Keene and V were transferring from far right to far left. It's a good thing they run mirrors on their helmets. That way they could check to see whether Gabe was arcing over the carpool lane.
No, not the bar. But Keene and I did have a beer at a Hooters in Vegas. I swear our waitress was after me. She kept asking, "Can I get you anything?" ... Oh yeah.
Hooters is a set of two 20-foot doubles right by the bay shore. The boys were throwing all the way down.
Give Gabe a decent sized jump, and he'll throw it over his knee and whoop its ass. I swear, this guy is one of the most stylish, soulful jumpers I've seen. Check out His Gabeness in Litter Mag.
The smaller sets out there are pretty tricky. Wierd spacing and some funky lips.
A nondescript set of rollers kept us busy for over an hour. First it was, Can you double through? Then, Manual two at a time? Then, Manual the whole thing? Finally, it was like, can you do it backwards -- uphill? Matt V and Nelly almost crashed head-on.
Everyone's into jumping. But me, I'm into cornering. I coerced Matt into hitting a berm for me. Watch that 2.35 Minion go!
More shells action
Aug. 26, 2003
Dr. Curtis Keene and I went out to The Shells in Redwood City last night. We got some riding done, and I practiced with my new camera.
Oct. 1, 2003
Me and Erron McCurdy, an expert-class racer from Santa Cruz, went jumping and picture-taking the other day. Erron in T-shirt. Me in polo shirt.
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