Fitness, Fellowship, Faith
Fitness, Fellowship, Faith
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Bruh… rolled up with like 18 PSI in the Minions ‘cause the dirt conditions were professed to be hero, but werthers and company were already 5 clicks into the “secret pre-ride” flex…. As Rockwell dubbed the boom on his subs, I got volun-told to Q the A ride group, which used to mean no stream crossing… bruh A ride group ain’t pussies and can cross the stream and experience the luscious lenny gnar. Well halfway down to the creek it was more peanut butter than loam, with the rich smell of two stroke oil in the air, so I was basically pedaling a drag brake the whole way. Climbed ziggy and it felt like climbing Alpe d’Huez on a DH rig, bro. My shock was wide open and just eating watts like day-old pizza needing a diaper.
Dropped into roller coaster and instantly got bucked ‘cause stretcher forgot the route on zaggy plus I’d left rebound at pogo-stick mode from my morning huckfest. Almost OTB’d in my pants, but somehow nose-bonked a root and rode it out like a total Jerry.
Climbed zaggy like a saggy, Oh my. First couple berms were tighter than a headset preload after a parking-lot build, so we were hammering up the hill like a sketchy pumptrack hero. Sparky was on my ass and sent it cleaner than me on a fatty which was kinda harshing my mellow, bro.
Dropped off the backside of lenny with mile high behind, down the scorched earth garden of Eden Powerline. Trying to keep my speed down was a straight-up brake-bump reef — felt like my rotors were chanting in tongues “squeeze me!” Nope nope no hell no!. I tried to stay light and surf the chatter as my Fox factory 36 started screaming to me in D# minor like that chick in the great gig in the sky so I figured that was the trail’s way of telling me to send it and chill
Final kicker was greasy roots stacked like lasagna. Let off the binders, went full send, and somehow threaded the needle like a true couch-cushion dirt prophet. Trail spit me out looking like I’d been baptized in a bongwater puddle.
Overall vibes: 5/5. Trail Needs a rebuild crew and about 47 more kickers, but the stoke was still mega dank. Will return after I re-watch the Red Bull jump and recalibrate my chakras.
….so like, we rallied through this singletrack vortex of flatland jib factorial and honestly, it felt less like riding a trail and more like getting tubed by the forest and Earth’s crust itself, ya know? The route was a mellow grinder, of non-granny-ring vibez, like paddling out through glassy ecstasy of infinite forest grandeur until fully one with my derailleur hum.
Then, outta nowhere, the pucker butt descent served me this endless wave set that I decided to walk to keep away from John the Baptist bible stories.
We pedaled back across the stream in a cosmic cutback, to rail the new route at the green bridge. I was just railing so deep I could feel my third eye scraping the dirt on the home made skinny.
Came up Oh Geez so we could drop down uno to hit some poco out of bounds action.
Caught a few mini tabletops — didn’t boost to the moon or anything, just hung ten on the drop, bro. Got bucked on the chunky rock hump, full yard-sale vibes, but somehow landed back in the pocket like the trail was spotting me to the builders secret huck to flat at the no trespassing sign. Trail spit me out grinning like I’d just free-soloed a burrito. Poco always provides, dude.
Rating: 420/69 shred points. Would definitely session again once the dirt tide rolls back in. ????????????????????
So like… came back on cutty connector I think Or maybe it was my subconscious alarm of tardiness talking to me, can’t be sure. Anyway, first off, if you’re not running like 27% sag front and exactly 29.69% rear, don’t even bother, bro. The dirt gods will know.
I dropped rebound to firm and hammered home fast and suddenly the trail was less “flow” and more “washing machine on spin cycle on oriens belt”. Pretty sure I saw my own past lives flicker in the chunder section. Cranked it one click slower, though, and boom — every root was a personal massage chair tuned to the key assegai – flat.
Honestly can’t tell you much about the actual features we missed because time was out but i remembered the berm too late that felt like spooning Mother Earth herself. I then thought, “dude, you should’ve gone coil.” Might’ve been the vape pen.
Coming to the final climb I was just locked into the vibe-train. Brakes? Don’t need ‘em. Tires? Basically fins on a dirt wave. At one point I swear I was surfing my own roost.
Overall? Yeah, the ride was cool, but mostly it’s about dialing your soul into the loam single track until the forest tells you it’s right.
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