street art
street art
I may be going to hell in a bucket; but at least I am harvesting the ride.
Monday, March 30, 2009
Thursday, March 26, 2009
**edit**the sad parts
Hard crashes in recent weeks have left me disheveled and off the bike. Suffice to say, I am out on PMBAR 09. I've got a spot open if you want your soul crushed, or so they say.
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
Monday, March 23, 2009
Poker Success
The first AMBC Poker Derby was a huge success! As a result, more people are now aware of a club that is an advocate for bike trails and builds trails in Knoxville. Also, more people know of better bike routes through the fine city of Knoxville. And further, more people know of more great bike shops in Knoxville. To sum it up, more people are stoked about the awesomeness of traveling by bike.
"It was a rolling party!" Exactly how I pictured it.
I took alot of pictures at Harper's Bikeshop, but there seem to be many others flowting abound the web.
"It was a rolling party!" Exactly how I pictured it.
I took alot of pictures at Harper's Bikeshop, but there seem to be many others flowting abound the web.
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
Sunday, March 15, 2009
Harvest the...
Big South Fork
The banjo was still ringing in my head as we broke the speed of fog, traveling to ride the sweet Cumberland singletrack of Big South Fork. Jeff, Eric, Jonathon and myself were blown away by the Grand Gap loop. The trail flowed like it was cut by mountain bikers, with overlooks that delivered spectacular views. It was an incredible ride.
Town Mountain of Asheville picked on the stage of Preservation Pub, while Rocky Mountain IPA was poured liberaly. Erin and Macie have been out of town this week. Just me and the dog.
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
The Dark Side of the Harvest Moon
The stars seemed to be lined up for a perfect day at Windrock. Unexpected dry/tacky dirt in March on a 70 degree Sunday, and I had a hall-pass. Perfection right?
There were a couple of groups on the mountain running shuttle trucks; and Brian, Jay and myself hooked-up with Doug and the Morewood guys for several trips to the top; before I got buggered up in a rock pile on the Windmill trail. I had been sitting-on-the-verge-of-getting-it-on all morning, and I knew I was about to get into a groove. But I got off-line in the rocks and my front tire washed out, and I went over the bars into a pile of rocks. My hand took the full brunt of the fall. I heard a snap, got nauseous and felt like I was going to pass-out. At that point I was certain that I had broken my hand. So with the help of the group, I hauled my bike out of the woods, got into my car and took off for an after-hours clinic. But they were all closed. To make a long story short, I ended up at the ER for 5 hours while they x-ray ed my hand; only to find out that nothing was broken. I couldn't believe the doctor, I almost wished he would have told me that I had broke something so I didn't feel like an idiot for forking over an ER deductible and wasting a Sunday.
My hand is bruised and sore, the price you pay for wrecking like an amateur. Taking it easy this week, I got out on a beautiful night in Chattanooga on the Riverwalk trail, a twenty mile corridor through downtown and parks along the river.
The next night, back in Knoxville, I pedaled over to a friends house and on the way home had a run in with a car that trashed my front wheel. I was track-standing in an intersection turning back onto a greenway trail from another, when a car came through the intersection making a left hand turn, and clipped my front wheel and fork. The wheel was destroyed, but I didn't realize it was that bad at the time. I got a ride home from the driver, and ordered a new wheel today. I guess I am need to start being a little more safe.
In mountain biking news, I am considering selling my Yeti 575 frame for a Dekerk Implant steel hardtail. I would like to make the move from a full-squish to an aggressive all-mountain hardtail, just for the sake of trying something different. I like the instant control of maneuvering a stiffee, vs. the pre-load of a squishy. The feel and maneuverability of my Kona cross bike has me stoked on riding a hardtail, and I've had the itch to build a mountain bike of the same breed.
Chattanooga, TN; Riverwalk trail
There were a couple of groups on the mountain running shuttle trucks; and Brian, Jay and myself hooked-up with Doug and the Morewood guys for several trips to the top; before I got buggered up in a rock pile on the Windmill trail. I had been sitting-on-the-verge-of-getting-it-on all morning, and I knew I was about to get into a groove. But I got off-line in the rocks and my front tire washed out, and I went over the bars into a pile of rocks. My hand took the full brunt of the fall. I heard a snap, got nauseous and felt like I was going to pass-out. At that point I was certain that I had broken my hand. So with the help of the group, I hauled my bike out of the woods, got into my car and took off for an after-hours clinic. But they were all closed. To make a long story short, I ended up at the ER for 5 hours while they x-ray ed my hand; only to find out that nothing was broken. I couldn't believe the doctor, I almost wished he would have told me that I had broke something so I didn't feel like an idiot for forking over an ER deductible and wasting a Sunday.
My hand is bruised and sore, the price you pay for wrecking like an amateur. Taking it easy this week, I got out on a beautiful night in Chattanooga on the Riverwalk trail, a twenty mile corridor through downtown and parks along the river.
The next night, back in Knoxville, I pedaled over to a friends house and on the way home had a run in with a car that trashed my front wheel. I was track-standing in an intersection turning back onto a greenway trail from another, when a car came through the intersection making a left hand turn, and clipped my front wheel and fork. The wheel was destroyed, but I didn't realize it was that bad at the time. I got a ride home from the driver, and ordered a new wheel today. I guess I am need to start being a little more safe.
In mountain biking news, I am considering selling my Yeti 575 frame for a Dekerk Implant steel hardtail. I would like to make the move from a full-squish to an aggressive all-mountain hardtail, just for the sake of trying something different. I like the instant control of maneuvering a stiffee, vs. the pre-load of a squishy. The feel and maneuverability of my Kona cross bike has me stoked on riding a hardtail, and I've had the itch to build a mountain bike of the same breed.
Chattanooga, TN; Riverwalk trail
Saturday, March 07, 2009
this week was a whirl-wind
Printed the race-cards for the Poker Derby today.
You know you want one.
Sunset on the greenway; pedaling AMBC T-shirts by cycle.
Raccoon Mtn.
The Smokies.
You know you want one.
Sunset on the greenway; pedaling AMBC T-shirts by cycle.
Raccoon Mtn.
The Smokies.
Tuesday, March 03, 2009
Snowy view from the dark of the holler...
the glory of the southern Appalachians
I've been busy in beautiful East Tennessee; but I've settled for a few brief, but rich moments in the mountains; where I've worked the past couple days. I took a few photographs and enjoyed this great southern geography.
I've been busy in beautiful East Tennessee; but I've settled for a few brief, but rich moments in the mountains; where I've worked the past couple days. I took a few photographs and enjoyed this great southern geography.
Sunday, March 01, 2009
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)