Every time I go to a race I feel obligated, for who, I have no idea, to take photos. 1) probably because I just love taking photos 2) because I think that one day these photos will make me like, pro, like instafamous pro. But the chances of that are slim, so to find motivation to continue taking photos are in moments like this: “sitting in my kitchen bored, decided to finally update my blog” kind of motivation. You know……
Mudfoot is throwing a ride, a three-man team ride beginning in Los Angeles and working its ways through hwy 39, up the rincon truck trail, up to red box, and down Angeles Crest hwy to finish at Golden Saddle Cyclery.
Unfortunately I won’t be able to make the ride; however, that doesn’t mean I won’t play a part in it. I’m fortunate enough to ride for a club that has sponsors who provide our members and racers with nutritional and energy bars that help a great deal when racing on the weekend or just a out for a routine cruise.
After climbing Hwy 39 and enter the Rincon shortcut truck trail, travel about 2 miles up the steep grade and keep a look out for a stick with a pink ribbon waving in the wind! Somewhere in the bush you will find a goodie bag full of Powerbar products, enough for a 3 man team.
First person to spot it, takes it, however, feel free to share with someone you see bonking on the ride. It’s always cool to help a fellow cyclist out.
When you find it, give me a shout out on instagram or tumblr so I know somebody got it and I don’t have to go back and get it.
Completely absolved and dismissed from any guilt about the lack of my study efforts and book work, I have found myself in a realm of reward. Neighboring elevations and the wildlife are my only classmates. My study sessions are long and hard, my quiz’s are quick and abrupt, and the only test was my ability.
I find myself fortunate enough to live in a city that is no more than 40 miles away from the beach, dessert, or mountains in any which direction. Since most of my week is consisting of school from eight to one o’clock then straight to work until 6pm. My 10 mile commute by bicycle is often my only chance to ride my bike during the week.
Enclosed are a couple photos from my escape from normalcy.
I’d have to say one of the most difficult parts of riding a bike is forgetting not to enjoy it so much. Often I force myself to get out of bed and ride my bike as fast as I can but more often than not I get carried away enjoying just being on my bike, watching the sunset, or just enjoying the view. Getting better at being faster on a bike is hard. It requires a lot of suffering and most of the time it hurts really bad. But the hardest part about it, and probably the most enjoyable also, is knowing that there is going to be a next time.
Today my club held a Hill Climb Challenge. Included is a couple photos to document the event.