There wasn’t any Neenja Whoomping Action but plenty of good weather coupled with singletrack goodness. Saturday Nic and Lenny the Legend and myself gathered up for a ride out at Pets. We made it out at high noon and were able sneak in 90 minutes worth of fat tire goodness. Trails were rolling smoothly and the tempo was right. With all the leaves off of the trees it had me spotting out some unclaimed ground out there that would be right for some trail building. Hmmmm.
We rode eastways, rightways, and every which ways.
Sunday was another story as the afternoon was set aside for a trek out to the west.
I linked up with Tavela, Jonzerelly, Pistol Pete, and a slurry of other folks at the John Muir. Ride time weather was flirting around the 60 degrees mark and after a little orange loop warm up I realized that I was a little over dressed. I stripped off the under shirt and was flexing some fingerless glove. Yup sheer craziness with a capital Wacko. The weekend before Thanksgiving and the temps were high enough for short sleeves and short pants.
We burned around the Blue Loop to get out to the connector. There were a ton of cyclist out there wearing blaze orange. I was thinking that it might be pretty hard for them to sneak up on some wild game if your rolling on a mountain bike but whatever.
Out at the Emma a noteworthy accomplishment was clearing every climb on the Vassago Jibber Jabber with a 32 x 18 drivetrain. I felt pretty good about it as there were times that I wouldn’t even clean all those hills on the 26 inch wheel SASS with comparable gearing. By the time we finished up the totals for the day were roughly 3 hours in the saddle, 32 miles of trail covered, 4,181 feet of singletrack climbed, and an average of 10.5 MPH. That was my record for saddle time on the Jibber Jabber and I have to say it’s pretty comfy.
The day was finished off with some East Troy Mexican fro “Dos Amigos”. Who would have thunk it?
