Loop de Loop

I greeted Loco with a fist pound when we met across from the Dog Park at 2 pm.


"Where's RB?" I said.


"He forgot his shoes so he ran home to get them" Loco replied. "He's going to ride the opposite direction and meet us on the trail".


"Cool, let's roll".

We pedaled across the bridge and dropped into Buttermilk Heights. We were immediately immersed in a thick, tar like mud. I felt it spatter up the back of my jacket, giving me an instant skid mark. We rode up behind two biker chicks. The mud was thick and deep, and I didn't want to put my foot down into it, but I was at the mercy of the biker chick in front of me. She slipped and I reacted by stopping cold.


"Muddy spooge on my shoe". Oh Shit, did I say that out loud?


Loco laughed as I blushed. Maybe she didn't hear me...


We emerged from the mud and spotted G.A. riding towards us. He was headed straight into the mud.


"It's a total mess back there dude, do you want to turn around and ride with us towards Northbank?" Loco asked.


"What time is it, I've got to meet P.H. at Dogwood at 3?". He replied.


"2:30". Loco said.


"Let's do it". G.A. said.


We were rolling again, the trail was soft, but not muddy. We pedaled across the road at Reedy Creek and dropped down to the tunnel. We rode up the other side, avoiding the tunnel and onto Buttermilk. Within seconds I was dropped by the speedy G.A. and Loco. My mind spiraled into the recesses of self pity. I quickly pulled myself together as I approached them on the stairs. We hiked down the stairs and rode onto the wooden bridge to Belle Isle, and from there we rode accross the pedestrian bridge to the head of the North Bank trail at Tredager Street. The trail on the north side of the river was in much better condition, almost completely dry and hard packed.

At the wicked cool switch back, where if you hit it just right, you can get some sick acceleration going uphill, we saw RB and stopped to scoop him up. Our group was now 4 strong and we climed out and into the parking lot at the North Bank park and all rolled slowly towards the stairway to heaven. G.A. hooked up with P.H. for another go round, while Loco, R.B. and myself attacked the stairway and finished the loop de loop...

Quote of the Day

It is by riding a bicycle that you learn the contours of a country best, since you have to sweat up the hills and coast down them. Thus you remember them as they actually are, while in a motor car only a high hill impresses you, and you have no such accurate remembrance of country you have driven through as you gain by riding a bicycle.

Ernest Hemingway

ESB Experiment

We had to start with something for our first attempt at brewing beer. So why not try to copy one of the tastiest beers around - Fullers ESB? We work hard at improving our cycling abilities, both technically and physically, so it made sense to set our sights high for our fledgling attempt at Zymurgy (Props to loco for knowing the meaning of the word). Now we can only ride as much as possible until the little beasties have gorged themselves completely...

ESB ale

Pepe and I are brothers of the brew. Our goal is to mimic the famous Fullers ESB (extra special bitter). More posts to follow.

What is your favorite beverage?

Recently I have been enjoying Dogfish head's 60 minute IPA, hoppy & fun.

Adios Amigos

Bicycles & Beer

Do you love the taste of cerveza after a singletrack session? I do.

If you second that notion, please share your rant here.