Had a nice long afternoon before the long non-riding upcoming weekend. I had not yet tested the Box on the Ranch trail climb, and the Smith Ravine Descent, so I went for it.
Before I started I knew I was in for it. Just too hot and exposed on this trail. Even left off the leg armor for the climb. The trail is torn up badly from the rain.
Hard to evaluate the bike since I did such a poor job pushing it. Between the heat, smoke, and my general lack of intense climbing work outs, I walked a lot. When I did ride, it performed admirably. At no time did I need to step off due to a flaw in the equipment.
The descent down Smith and 305 was fun. I took it relatively easy, and just enjoyed how easy this thinkg is to loft, jump, and bunny hop. No drama at all. The burned out part of Smith now has a beautiful green weedy ground cover that I had not noticed before. Worth a visit if you
haven't been up there in a while.I need to face facts and realize I really love this bike. I may tweak it a bit here and there but it has no bad points. El Comandante is getting lonely. I am selling the Curtlo.
It was little hard for me as I held the stripped frame of the Curtlo in my hands. It has lots of nicks and scratches put there on many great rides. I just never loved it. I liked it all right. It really has no use here although I dream that I might build it up as some sort of loaner. It needs to go to someone who can love it for what it is.
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Dave, since you name stuff all the time, come up with some name options for the Box for me. I have a hard enough time naming my kids.
2 comments:
Ahhh, names have to evolve semi-organically, or at least arise in a sufficiently random way as to appear such.
I like Fluffy, myself.
James claims to've had a low-gravity day when he cleaned all of Ranch without a single dab. I'll be happy when I can run up it without walking.
Or Garfield.
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