Bikes saved me. I really did not live until I rode bikes. Nothing has changed.
Tuesday afternoon I put the tunes in and ripped upper/strand/upper. It's really my time to just drop all of my demons on the descent.
We definitely pushed the season. 2/3's was ride-able on the way up, but the final 1000+ feet we post-holed.
Numb fingers from the below-freezing temps made for difficult braking on the steep descent.
Tim manages while droping a ledge
After cleaning two sections that I have never ridden, I bobbled and crashed on one of the drops. At 1:40 on the video... I take a bit of a spill. I have been getting pretty bored by POV. Here I strapped the camera to my chest strap for a different perspective. Some shots are really good, but I think ideally would be spliced with other angles. The problem is in the end I just want to ride my bike.
When we got back to town we were all pretty blown from the frigid windchill, post holing, and a rowdy descent. This is one definitely puts a shit-eating grin on the face.
And a short clip on strand.