The first XXX CX ride was completed yesterday around and south of Ned...and a core group of 6 showed up for the unraveling of the wits. Powers was the only female and kicked arse! Heyride and I had come up with a big ride to emulate the
Three Peaks cyclocross race - Colorado Style. I don't think anyone expected how worked they felt upon returning home, including me. The downhills were nearly as brutal as the uphills. More pics and stuff
here.
It started out at the local bike/coffee shop where we all grabbed another dose of caffeine to help us wake up.
In Mountain Cross, we have mostly downed trees as our barriers. Here Brian shows us his skillz.
The group just before the 1st peak.
The first safety stop of the ride at mile 6 was Tennessee Mountain Cabin. Heyride had stashed 6 PBR's at each of the 3 peaks we crossed, so we stopped to enjoy a cold beverage and grab our first bottle-cap 'card' of the day. Mine was a 6 of clubs. The winner would be chosen by winning the best hand of the finished 3 PBR's.
A bit of a scratch that ripped my jersey. Looks worse that it was but bummed about my Swobo!
The Pilot showing all us less worthy folk how to shoulder a bike.
Right before the 2nd safety stop, Powers pedals in a sweet Iron Horse wool jersey with James Peak looking on in the background.
Jorge on a rest stop overlooking Tolland schoolhouse. He was on a 29er (having sold his CX bike this summer) so was dropping us all on the downhills with some funny passes.
The Pilot refreshes himself after realizing he's won the day. And I quote "Victory is sweet, but I should've raced Frisco today. It would've been easier."
The Pilot corners around the entrance to a cool lil old mining town we frequently pass in wintertime.
Atop the 3rd peak, here's Brian's losing hand.
The leaves have dropped from many an aspen already.
The Stage Stop was a must after the long 3rd peak 20 or so mile loop.
Webber came up with the best hand to win the pink wool jersey and bomber of Maharaja with custom Steel*Wool label. But sadly, the three lowlanders bailed out before they could claim their finishing bombers so they could get home before dark.
No GPS on board for the ride, but here's the estimated route which should be somewhat close to being accurate in stats.
It started out at the local bike/coffee shop where we all grabbed another dose of caffeine to help us wake up.
In Mountain Cross, we have mostly downed trees as our barriers. Here Brian shows us his skillz.
The group just before the 1st peak.
The first safety stop of the ride at mile 6 was Tennessee Mountain Cabin. Heyride had stashed 6 PBR's at each of the 3 peaks we crossed, so we stopped to enjoy a cold beverage and grab our first bottle-cap 'card' of the day. Mine was a 6 of clubs. The winner would be chosen by winning the best hand of the finished 3 PBR's.
A bit of a scratch that ripped my jersey. Looks worse that it was but bummed about my Swobo!
The Pilot showing all us less worthy folk how to shoulder a bike.
Right before the 2nd safety stop, Powers pedals in a sweet Iron Horse wool jersey with James Peak looking on in the background.
Jorge on a rest stop overlooking Tolland schoolhouse. He was on a 29er (having sold his CX bike this summer) so was dropping us all on the downhills with some funny passes.
The Pilot refreshes himself after realizing he's won the day. And I quote "Victory is sweet, but I should've raced Frisco today. It would've been easier."
The Pilot corners around the entrance to a cool lil old mining town we frequently pass in wintertime.
Atop the 3rd peak, here's Brian's losing hand.
The leaves have dropped from many an aspen already.
The Stage Stop was a must after the long 3rd peak 20 or so mile loop.
Webber came up with the best hand to win the pink wool jersey and bomber of Maharaja with custom Steel*Wool label. But sadly, the three lowlanders bailed out before they could claim their finishing bombers so they could get home before dark.
No GPS on board for the ride, but here's the estimated route which should be somewhat close to being accurate in stats.
2 comments:
That ride looked like a big stick of melting buttah.
FUN! Great post and pictures!
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