The dog days of summer have landed in Los Angeles. After a completely amazing time in SF, I hopped on a plane and found myself in LA with an agenda unlike anything before: find a place to live and hopefully, an office to work out of. The stars aligned and my dirt sacrifices to the Necronomicog paid off. For the most part anyway. A new home base, somewhere to explore roads and uncover new experiences, or just spend time on the roads and trails with friends, old and new.
Los Angeles will be my new home town and this past trip was stunning on many levels. While this is by no means a story, it is a paraphrased visual showcase to just some of the rides we went on, many of which I’ll expand upon relocation to the west coast.
Coincidentally, because I can’t ever seem to leave for a ride without a camera, I managed to pull together some random photos, which make for a perfect distraction on a Friday afternoon.
I’m down in SoCal, where it’s hot and dusty. Rides await but I can’t stop thinking about the jaunt that Fresh Air Bicycles took me on last week in San Francisco. Saturday afternoon in the Headlands tends to be busy, but we did manage to find some empty trails, like Coyote Ridge.
There’s more to come tomorrow, so stay tuned!
The Rapha Prestige Midwest: Humidity Reigns
Words and photos by Kevin Scott Batchelor
The last time I got the call to cover a Rapha Prestige event, I found myself wondering how any of the teams were going to handle the brutal course that had awaited them. More than 130 miles with 14,000 feet of climbing, on mixed terrain, with dizzying temperatures, sounded much more like a stage in the Vuelta than something my friends might ride. LA was a monster, complete with jagged teeth and scorching breath. With only a fraction of the teams finishing what was surely the hardest ride of their riding lives, this would be the last of the pro tour level parcours, right? (more…)
“The “Path of the Lost” is an annual event organised by The Classics Experience in the southwestern parts of Slovenia. It’s a road bike specific ride that covers roughly 90km of gravel and remote asphalt roads in bad shape. In 2015 it was held for the third time, with the biggest attendance so far.”
See more at the Classics Experience!
Bill from CX Hairs takes a look at the 2015 Hilly Billy Roubaix, a race that takes place on 70 miles of rain-drenched West Virginia “roads.”
It’s National Donut Day!
Once upon a time there was a very wise Ent living in the Angeles Forest that stumbled upon a gentle being who looked to be riding a road bike up to Josephine saddle and around the back side of Strawberry Peak, a route only walked or traversed via Boneshaker. This man was warned of the hazards that lie ahead and the inherent danger he was putting himself in by riding tires so skinny into these parts of the forest, but yet he pushed ahead. The Ent sent word via crow to the small village living at what we call Red Box today, these people were asked to send a smoke signal when the man arrived in the village, but the man never did.
This old folklore was the inspiration behind the first half of the Mudfoot Fundo One Hundo, a 100-mile route through the Angeles forest showcasing the drastic changes of climate and terrain of Southern California. The elevation gained is the equivalent of riding from sea level to the top of Mt. Whitey. Many started the ride, and some finished, but everyone had fun.
Tune in next week for the second installment of the Mudfoot Fundo One Hundo!
Thanks to Mudfoot, Ace from the Sleepers, Kyle from GSC and everyone that came out to boogie!
Oregon’s Big Country and the Steens Mountain
Photos and words by Gabe Tiller
Nick had never been to the Steens. It’s not his fault — they’re closer to Boise than anywhere that anyone’s actually heard of in Oregon. They’re technically just one weird mountain, not a range. Steens Mountain is one of the ten highest summits in Oregon but you can drive to the top. It stretches for 50 miles north to south, but the snow dusted eastern flank drops 5,000 dramatic feet to the contrasting Alvord desert lake bed, known for its hot springs and land yacht races…
The idea of a shuttle run is something very foreign to me. You gotta earn that descent! Still, a few friends here in Los Angeles have been trying to get me to wake up at 5am to hit the Mt Wilson shuttle with them and this morning, I finally gave in.
It might snow, there might be rain, the temperature is dropping tonight.
Still wanna ride? Of course. While the whole adoration of the inevitable clusterfuck or yard-shitting makes for interesting stories, sometimes just appreciating the spectacle that is mother nature’s mood swings merits documentation, regardless of how ethereal tales told on the internet tend to be.
Four hours. We had four hours to ride before the day’s responsibilities would set in for us. Kyle from Golden Saddle and Brian from Brian Vernor Making Blog (heh) wanted to ride Strawberry Peak in the Angeles National Forest. I’ve never been, but was promised picturesque San Gabriel shredding. While Strawberry Peak is strictly XC riding, there are plenty of places for unbalanced placement potentially resulting in catastrophe or consequence. I.e. exposure and lots of rocks.