Wednesday was a beautiful day for the Goblin to take on Lost Valley. A short 15 minute drive and I was on a magnificent trail all by myself. I saw a few runners leaving , but did not see another human. I was excited to practice gears and get a better feel for the new fella in the stable. I have a 24 hr race, two 12 hr races and a 60 miler left to my season. I would like to use this bike, but need some more on time on it. Now, all I have is time.
|Basking in the sun|
I love the descent into LV, in fact, I used to be terrified of it. But, once I saw I could make it pedaling down and still stay upright, I hammer down it every time. I take the climb up the middle, which was easy riding the Goblin. I think Airborne should have called it the Goat. Might be hard to sell. Once I reached the " new stuff" I was comfortable and just let the bike flow. Being familiar with the trail I started to go faster than I normally do. Primarily a single speeder I don't get the chance to hammer 20 mph plus thru the flats. Today was a different story all- together. As the first lap ticked off, I got a little full of myself with my new found speed. I almost lost it several times, but have no flesh wounds.
I headed out for the second lap and was a bit more conservative since I was still alone. I was enjoying myself and just flying along one of the flat sections, when I looked up to see a squirrel in the middle of the trail. I thought he would move. He didn't. I ran over his tail and he made the oddest sound. I can't duplicate it but will always remember it.
I am still figuring out the gears, but can tell I have gotten much better. practice makes perfect right?
|It's dirty! No trail was harmed.|