At Hall Ranch in Lyons, CO., you haul your carcass up sandstone ledges, spin along a valley then reach a meadow. To your left, Longs Peak pokes 14,255 feet through the North American Plate. In front of you, perfect corners wait to play hot potato with your bike.
You fade left, hook a water bar, fold right, water bar, left, water bar, right — hauling the mail by now — and boost off another water bar into a big left. It’s a singular moment: body low, bike high; setting your front wheel into the line, letting the rear wheel arc around. Plant the rear, pump the cupped berm and fold into the next right.
Turn, jump, turn.
Heavy, light, heavy.
Expression credit: “Hauling your carcass” and “hauling the mail” come from Mark Weir. He works for the government, creating expressions to confuse the people.