There was in the place where I live an unusual excitement on the subject of mountain bike racing. It commenced with the Intermountain Cup, but soon became general among the region of country. Indeed, the whole district seemed affected by it, and great multitudes united themselves to the different race events, which created no small stir and division amongst the people, some crying, “Single speed here!” and others, “29er, there!” Recently a race from point to point has captured the imagination and caused no small zeal among the people.
My mind at times was greatly excited, the cry and tumult were so great and incessant.
At length I came to the conclusion that I must either remain a recreational cyclist or take up racing in earnest.
So, in accordance with this, I retired to the woods of Payson Canyon. It was on the morning of a beautiful, clear day.
After I had retired to the place where I had previously designed to go, having looked around me, and finding myself on my bike, I clipped in and began to ride.
Yesterday I rode the Blackhawk loop with Jolene, Mark and his brother Paul. The trails were in good condition and we had a very enjoyable ride. The day was sunny and bright but not too hot.
We rode at a good pace and took several breaks to regroup, eat or just look around. And we horsed around trying some stunts multiple times. Paul made this attempt to go over some logs.
Paul and I had flats but they didn't take long to fix.
Jolene gets props for cleaning a rough climb on the Rock Creek trail. I got bucked off on a rooty section but Jolene finessed it.
The long descent of Jones Ranch was a highlight, as was Bennie Creek (even though Jolene blew out her fork on Bennie).
We ate at a non-chain drive-in in Payson - I had a cheeseburger and hand-cut fries with sauce and Jolene had a scone with honey butter. A nice way to end the ride.
I thought about the PCP2P race a few times and easily concluded I was happy with the ride we just finished. But I do want to ride up in Park City some more now that the revival is over.