Sunday’s ride proved to be a nice loop ’round the neighborhood, starting in Denver at around 5:50am. Starting with a swift ride to Golden with little traffic and summiting the top of Lookout Mountain Road to see the sunrise and then, somewhat disappear as the bright start of the day seemed to starve itself into a constant morning gloomy overcast.
Which isn’t a good sign, especially if you see dark clouds, over high, yet close mountains as I was observing over the James Peak Wilderness at the Genesee exit,
If I could magnify the James Peak Wilderness area a little, those clouds would look a little more like this,
Which may give one pause, if they’re riding towards them but for me… eh, what the Hell.
The snow didn’t truly start falling until about three miles up the Central City Parkway and at that point, well, what’s the point of going back?
Packing along a bike, just in case…
The Arizona Trail Race 750 is a race across Arizona, from the Mexican/Arizona border to the Arizona/Utah border, with a portage, down, across and back up the Grand Canyon. Being a Nation Park, no bike riding is allowed on the trail, so you need to somehow carry your bike.
This is Tom Danielson, a pro road cyclist, height: 5’10”, weight: 130lbs:
In this photo (found here), he’s breaking the Lookout Mountain Hill Climb record at an incredible 16 minutes, 3 seconds. Super light bike, skin suit, shoe covers.
This past week, I rode a paltry 104 miles in total, went to the gym once and, uh, snowshoed for 11 1/2 hours. Plus the usual bicycle commuting. And I’m a masked vigilante in the wee hours. Ok, the last part isn’t true.
The only ride I did was around Cherry Creek.
On topless of Green Mountain. Relax, people can summit this thing in 30 minutes.
This week was filled with personal disappointment as I only really got in one solid ride on Saturday – a 100 miler up High Grade, to Evergreen, N on Kerr Gultch and down Lookout Mountain Road, back home via the Clear Creek Trail to South Platte Trail.
I could cite quite a few excuses, but it comes down to laziness.
At around 9:00pm last night, I was rolling through downtown, when a drunk dude threw something at me.
I’m not into this.
Mon: ~35 miles ride around Cherry Creek Res.
The rest of the week was quite a wash. Had a trip planned for Winter Park and a hike, perhaps even up to Parry Peak (which would have meant doing James and Bancroft – and again on return) that fell through, mostly out of crippling anxiety attacks.
Forecast was for snow on Wednesday and as much as I wanted to have a bike-heavy week, it wasn’t going to happen with a snowstorm in the middle. I’m not even close to the point of riding a trainer inside at the moment, as I have nowhere to put something like that and well, no trainer and buying a snow-specific bike seems silly when it’s much funner to spend much less and get a descent pair of warm boots and huck it.