Hi all. Just returned from two weeks away; one in California teaching, one in Martha’s Vineyard sleeping and fishing. The sleeping was much more successful than the fishing. Highlights from the clinics, and the word of the week:
carn verb. To crash, to damage one’s flesh. Dude, my front tire washed out and I totally carned!
Southridge Park, Fontana, CA
Pinned from 10 a.m. to 9 p.m.: I did a private with professional percussionist Eric (great rhythm), then I rode DH with my buddy Jason, then I taught seven guys from the InCycle DH squad.
While I was riding with Jason I made a mistake that resulted in two very bloody elbows. When the InCycle race guys showed up, they were like, “Wait, the guy who’s supposed to teach us just carned?” Carned … great word.
Aliso/Woods Canyons, SoCal
My buddies and I used to ride this park back when it first opened. The park is now surrounded by houses, but the trails still rip. To think I used to hit 50 mph on my hot pink 1990 Diamondback Apex in full Lycra (also hot pink) …
Mere Mortals, NorCal
“Everyone else’s slow is our fast” is their motto. They are a fun group who rides with “no drops, no pressure and no egos.” www.mere-mortals.org
And back in Boulder …
I was home for 16 hours between trips, and we rocked a fun Core Skills clinic.
It feels great to be back home. Yesterday’s Aggro Clinic was super cool, and I have a private group this afternoon. These guys are all gnarly MX and ski patrol dudes.
Dare I say braaap?