My Broken Bike
But I was just riding along… Those three notorious words–“just riding along”–that every bike mechanic has heard a million times over. Usually a euphemism for “I broke my bike but I don’t want to fess-up and admit that I did …
But I was just riding along… Those three notorious words–“just riding along”–that every bike mechanic has heard a million times over. Usually a euphemism for “I broke my bike but I don’t want to fess-up and admit that I did …
Friday morning I was up and on the bike at 9am. It would be a long day so I had plenty of food and water, clothes, tools and even a satellite phone packed for the day. On Wednesday, Tim, Amber …
Trail Toil Day 8-9; Trail Recon in the State Park Read more »
Back home from the Lajitas trail-work weekend, I had to unpack, organize, then repack all my gear for a week living out of the Bunkhouse at the Sauceda Ranger Station way out in the Big Bend Ranch State Park. The …
After a week spent way out in the Big Bend Ranch State Park, Barrett and I got out for a little front country ride Sunday. Along the way, I decided to have a little fun. Took a few roll-ups to …
For the past eight days, my life has been defined by one single task; trail work. At three distinct locations and with a multitude of wonderful people, I’ve been lopping cacti, building cairns, mitigating erosion, turning double-track into single-track, moving …
Trail Toil Day 1-3; Snake Pit and Lajitas Trails Read more »