Sunday, July 13, 2008

Durango – 7.13.08

Woke up this morning at about 5 and had to go to the bathroom so bad that I didn’t even think about my groin until after I was done. I was able to climb out of bed and trot outside with little to no pain, saweet! Slept in until about 6:30, groin still felt a lot better, so I knew that I wasn’t dreaming. I shoved some food down my pie hole while getting ready for another epic ride up to Silverton and back. I was hoping to be on the road by 8 at the latest so I didn’t get caught in the afternoon rain/hail. Hit the road and was pretty surprised at how good I felt considering that I’ve logged just over 46 hours of saddle time in the 10 days that I’ve been here thus far. I usually spend most of the time in my 27 on the climbs up to Coal Bank and Molas, however this time I was surprised at how much I was able to ride in my 25 with the same or less effort than I normally would in my 27. I must be getting a little stronger eh?! I’d always kind of thought that I had missed out on my strongest years because I was in college for 9 years and didn’t discover mountain biking until I was well into my 30’s. However with guys like Tilford and Overend still ripping the legs off of pro’s that are half their age, you can pretty much count of having the ability to produce some pretty strong results well into your 40’s and even early 50’s as long as you train smart. Forgot my camera again, so no photos this time. Stats for the day: 108 miles, 8,660 feet of climbing for a total of 5 hours and 55 minutes.
Some guy on a motorcycle followed me down Molas Pass to Silverton. When we got to the bottom he told me that he had me at 55 mph a couple of times. I told him that I could have dropped him if I wanted to. He looked at me, spat at my feet and cursed me under his breath. Actually, he was a pretty nice dude and seemed to enjoy the ride down as much as I did. I saw another dude on a Harley with a matching trailer in tow. He had a dog kennel strapped to the top of the trailer… you guessed it, there was a big ole’ hairy dog inside the kennel flyin’ down the highway with it’s tongue flappin’ in the wind… pretty funny.


Anonymous said...

Glad the 'ol crotch feels better... So my best friend Jenn is in Mesa Verde as of today. I told her to yell your name at every guy she saw on the mountain, and that she'd eventually get you. That would be a trip, ay? Love you! -Scooter

Rasmussen Bike Shop said...

I thought that I heard somebody yell my name, thought it was maybe some hottie that wanted my digits!