Dirty Kanza 2014

Ok, so this event was 8 months ago, and I failed to write about it because I was sad when I lost my camera with all of my full quality photos of Kanza while riding Chequamagon 100(I did have some low res ones on Facebook I pulled for this post). Recently however the buzz around registration got me jazzed to pound keyboards with fingers before spinning circles with legs again this year, which I am quite excited for. So anyway, into the time machine set to 8 months ago…

The week leading up to Kanza was a whirlwind, and I ended up having to find both ride down and place to sleep a few days prior to the event. My friend Jeff invited my buddy Derek and I into his car for the drive down, and we ended up sleeping at Eric Benjamin’s house.  Eric is also known as Adventure Monkey, the guy that takes all the incredible Kanza photos you see.

Going into the event I already had one Kanza finish under my belt in 2012, so I figured I would ride this one single speed.
I’ve always loved single speed rides, because it makes you hurt on the hills, relax on the downhills, and think about what is around you instead of cadence and what gear you should be in. Not to sound cliche, but you really do become more intimate with the roads underneath you in a way that gears make you numb to.  I setup my Warbird Ti with a 36×17 gearing, thanks to input from Don Daly and Mark Stevenson.

Salsa Warbird Ti Single Speed

Salsa Warbird Ti Single Speed, sans bags.

Derek and I rode a few miles from Eric’s house to the start and lined up. Once the 1,000+ group of riders was rolling I wasn’t in a hurry, and was finding friends here and there in the crowd I was chatting with. I found a species of snake I had never found before, and a whole lot of turtles, which I stopped to set off the road to keep them safe.  We rolled at a pretty casual pace, enjoying some pretty great fog along the roads during the early morning sunrise.

These cute little mobile road mines were everywhere.

These cute little mobile road mines were everywhere.

People always talk about how bad the Flint Hills are for flat tires, and I have never had that experience personally. In 2012 I had zero flats, and then this year I got a single flat. The flat this year was from a metal nail, through my tire, twice.
My Bontrager tire was setup tubeless, so I pulled the nail out, popped a tube in, and finished. No more flats.
I love these things. Tough, supple, and light.

Bontrager CX-0 38c

Bontrager CX-0 38c, with a nail through it, twice.

One of the big reasons I go down to the flint hills is because I love the terrain and scenery. I live in a corn industrial district, so to get out into a remote area with nothing but nature around is pretty special.  Having my single speed set to auto pilot I was able to zone out into relaxing and enjoying everything that was around me, stopping to take a few hundred photos.

See that rock in the bottom of the frame? That is why all of this land was never tilled into corn for cattle and destroyed. Those rocks are HEROS.

See that rock in the bottom of the frame? That is why all of this land was never tilled into corn for cattle and destroyed. Those rocks are HEROS.


It was around mile 85 at this point, and after getting the flat, stopping to take pictures, and my buddy Jeff crashing hard on a downhill, I had been riding by myself mostly the whole ride thus far. At this point I looked over and saw my friend John Welsh grinding his single speed past me up Texico Hill. I spent some dark hours with John at Trans-Iowa in 2013, and reconnected a few months earlier, and was happy to see him now. I ended up riding with John the rest of the day, and I really enjoyed the miles. Both of us on single speed worked out well, and we seemed to be on the same page pace wise.  John was getting support from the DDRP crew of Don Daly, Charles Showater, and Craig Irving, and they helped me out as well since I was riding without support.  Those are some great guys, and some strong riders also.

We avoided cows on the roads(literally bovine, not a euphemism for slow riders), and ran into more riders we knew. I looked over and saw Wendy Davis, whom I finished my first Kanza with back in 2012. It was great to see her, she was riding strong.
One thing about these events, is after you do a handful of them and met people, you keep seeing them over and over. It becomes a big family gathering at various places around the country. It’s one big gypsy gravel ramble. It is the best, so I’d encourage you to met the people around you on these rides.

Some of the hills on the single speeds were a challenge, and one or two we simply walked, knowing it would gain us less time then energy we would expend. Even on the geared bike I walk some hills on rides this long, it’s efficient and stretches the legs in ways spinning circles doesn’t.  The hardest part is getting over the pride to prove to someone you can climb anything and everything.


The last 30 miles we set the pace a little higher, simply because the finish was near, and ended up catching and dropping group after group. It was nice to feel that we still had energy left in us that late in the day. We rolled into the finish, relieved, satisfied, and hungry.  The finish festivities are simply incredible. If you do the ride plan on hanging around and eating and drinking hours after the ride. I think I ended up getting three beers handed to me by friends before I had a chance to eat anything, and then I went back to Adventure Monkey HQ and sleeping a few hours. I then woke up at 7am, hoped on the bike again, and went on the prowl for a big, well deserved, breakfast.

Can’t wait for Kanza 2015. I see a ton of friends names on the roster.


Pushing yourself out of the nest in order to fly.

Pretty often I will get asked about an event, like Dirty Kanza, or Ten Thousand, and any advice for riding them.  I love helping riders with bike setup,  technique, logistics, and the mental aspect of all day or longer rides.  Helping people get out there and push their boundaries and see new places is probably the single best part of doing what I do, for both work and play.

Not uncommonly though after these conversations the person will say something along the lines of “I might be able to do it, but I will probably wait a year or two and train more first so I am totally prepared”.

This kills me.

First of all, only doing events that you feel confident with is the best way to progress and learn as a rider, really, really slowly.

You know that old adage about learning from your mistakes? Well it shouldn’t just be treated as advice for after the fact of misfortune, it should be treated as encouragement to get your hands dirty in the first place. Making mistakes and getting in over your head will make you progress ten times faster then doing the same thing you have already done dozens of times.

When I made the mistake of eating 400 calories in 100 miles.  I passed out cold, woke up 40 minutes later, learned from my mistakes, and finished. I eat more now and am structured about it.

When I made the mistake of eating 400 calories in 100 miles.
I passed out cold, woke up 40 minutes later, learned from my mistakes, and finished all 200 miles. I eat more now and am structured about it.

When you get into a situation that you are unprepared for you learn quickly either what works, what doesn’t work, and what changes you can make the next time you are in that situation.  It teaches you problem solving skills, and it teaches you how your body and mind react when pushed in ways that they will be pushed again in the future. Reduced to the simplest level, it is practicing. It makes you resistant to future mistakes and misfortunes that without experience would derail your entire effort.

Now, this is not saying come to events unprepared, it is just saying come as prepared as you can, and expect the unexpected.

Second of all – and those of you that found the fountain of youth can ignore this section – you are getting older.

There are so many places to see, and so much to experience, and putting things off year after year just checks item after item off your list of things you wont have time to do before you are forever bound to your memories and experiences accumulated.

Thankfully, cycling adventures are one of the best activities to enjoy even late into your life. That said, the world is immeasurably larger then our lifetimes ability to take it all in.  Make a bucket list, set goals, but instead of saying “I want to do this someday, before I die”, change the verbiage to “I want to do this in the next 3 years”. Set goals for the next year, next 3 years, and decade. This is what smart business do to keep themselves on track to achieve goals, and it’s what we should do to achieve more. That said, stay flexible, and don’t pass up a good opportunity because you have a rigid list to obey.

Another rule to follow though when jumping in over your head, have a good life guard on hand.

When on a long event, you are all alone. The only people you have are the riders around you for mental support, and the person you have arranged to pick you up, should you quit.

Believe it or not, this is a good thing for you. There has been at least a time or two that the only reason I kept pedaling was because I was too proud to make a phone call. Had there been a bailout point, I would have taken it. Sometimes the fact that the bailout has to come to me is what gets more miles out of my body. But none the less, a friend on stand-by is as crucial to getting in over your head as an extra tube is, if not more. Don’t show up to an event without knowing how you will get home should you taco a wheel, hit a deer, fall alseep, etc.

Lastly, and most importantly, there is nothing wrong with failing an event.

You know that person you ride with that has never failed to make the finish line of an event? They are sandbagging life.

It is impossible to live without failing at something, unless you live so cautiously that you might as well not have lived at all.~ J.K. Rowling

Failure is not in any way an indication that you suffer from inadequacy as a rider. Failure can be an indication that you are striving for more, pushing your boundaries out, and working hard.

If there is one thing more successful people in all walks of life will tell you about achieving success, it’s about building off of failure and using it as a teacher and as motivation.
In a similar lemonade making style, adversity is always the best breeding ground for stories and memories. Talk to people at the past Gravel Metrics, and the year of the flash flooding and almost tornadoes is treated as legend.

The new year is coming up, the thing to do is set New years resolutions, and coincidentally many of the summers events open registration around the first of the year.

Pick an event or two, register so there is no backing out, work hard until the day arrives, and learn a bunch regardless of the outcome. Make 2015 a year you accomplish something you never thought you could, or at least lays the foundation for it.

Dirty Kanza 200

Dirty Kanza 200, 2012


Trans-Iowa V10 (2014)

When you fail you learn from the mistakes you made and it motivates you to work even harder.
Read more at http://www.brainyquote.com/quotes/keywords/fail.html#FueudLBLDzATI went into Trans-Iowa this year with a prior years experience, which both helped me prepare logistically, and motivated me to no end.

This has been put off for long enough. Partially because I wanted to settle into my myriad of emotions, and partially because I needed a good bottle of beer to write with.

I went into Trans-Iowa this year with a years experience in the event, which both helped me prepare logistically, and was great motivation. After making it 240 miles the prior year, and having to bail due to mistakes made with insufficient calorie intake, I had a bonfire under me to defeat my demon.
I restructured my sleep patterns, riding lifestyle, thought process,  my food, coffee, and alcohol consumption in order to optimize myself for this event.
Equipment was detailed and over thought. I rode every single day in the hardest winter in half a century. Two great nights of sleep were achieved the prior nights, and it was 4am Saturday downtown Grinnell. Game on.

This year entailed 336 miles of gravel, and Mark had said that there would be a considerable amount of hills and 10 B-roads. What Mark did not predict was the 30mph winds from the east all day.

Riding out in total darkness from the start with 103 other riders, my plan was simply to ride whatever pace my body was most comfortable with, and see who was around me an hour or two into the ride. I had numerous friends participating in the event, but I felt that getting into my personal pace was most essential at this stage of the event.  After fifteen or twenty miles I was grouped up with two guys by the names of Dave Weis and Jerry Bilek.  We chatted and got to know each other as we cruised over rollers at a reasonable speed to checkpoint #1 at mile 55 in Lynnville. The winds were starting to pick up from the east, and we rolled into the gas station to grab calories while some strong riders like Matt Gersib, Paul Carpenter, Mark Johnson, and others were hopping back on their bikes. If I recall correctly, we put about about 1.5 hours in the bank this leg, finishing in about 4 hours, about 8am.

This is about where we figured out the tempo for the rest of the day. We had previously been riding east to get to Lynnville, but while the winds had been substantial, we had no idea how long we would be riding into them. Turns out it would be just about all day until sunset.


The first of two sunrises.

Our group of Dave, Jerry, and I worked well together. Both Dave and Jerry were rookies, but both were quite strong and optimistic. I think one of the defining qualities of being able to ride your bike for a long duration is persistent optimism. All day long, we would talk about how many miles of tail wind we were putting in the bank for later. This type of thinking gets you through the day, and over the challenges that you are enduring. If you have to walk a B-road, that is simply a chance to eat some calories and stretch your legs.  If you are in the middle of a 20% hill, well that one is a hard one.


1 of 11 B-roads. Some were ridable for me, some had to be walked, depending on if you were in a rain storm or not.

It was 120 miles to the next checkpoint, and during this time we saw a lot of riders. Sometimes they joined our group for a bit before falling off, and sometimes we joined their group before falling off.  One instance was when we stopped to recruit a rider sitting on the side of the road hoping to increase our wind blocking numbers, and the Jeremy Kershaw train rolled up behind us. Jeremy had Andrea Cohen and another rider in tow, and apparently he had been the locomotive on the train for numerous miles. We figured we could boost our numbers to 8 and save some leg into the wind. Turned out Jeremy was pretty nonchalant about continuing to block the wind for everyone else as long as he could.  And so the Kershaw Express continued into the 30mph winds.


Kershaw Express. Choo Choo.

After ten or fifteen miles our original group fell off of the train, feeling as if we couldn’t keep that pace and be fresh for the 220 miles to come. Dave was the only other one in the group that took a pull for the train and he was the first to fall back. I could tell him and I were in the same spot and needed a few calories, and Jerry had the same pacing feeling as us. The Kershaw Express roared into the distance as we sat up and ate some food.

We found a wild Doge.

We found a wild Doge.

A gas station came at mile 120 or so. During the stop I inhaled two pieces of Caseys Pizza. I noticed on the second slice that there was canadian bacon under the cheese, only notable because I haven’t ate (non-fish)meat in 11 years, and because I thought it was just cheese pizza. I removed the ham and ate the rest. Yum, calories.  I also had another pepsi this stop, which while I rarely drink soda, the sugar and concentrated calories taste so good when you are trying to eat 300-400 calories every hour. I’ve heard sports nutritionists say the high fructose corn syrup is only bad if you are overweight, and is really good at packing on calories. Sounds like perfect fuel for a 34 hour long race, although they usually say to serve it flat to athletes.  Dang Casey’s, you taste soooo good. I wonder how much Trans-Iowa helps the Casey’s economy? I probably created an entire gas station job personally. We devoured said food and about 15 minutes later we were pedaling again. About 11 hours of riding and 35-40 minutes of total unclipped time. Back into the wind.


Even if you were riding alone, you would always find a group of riders at the gas stations. Circa mile 120.

To give a quick spoiler, Dave, Jerry and I ended up riding together about 26 hours total. I couldn’t have had better guys to ride with. Dave was from Milwaukee and had been down to one of our shops gravel events before and was carrying our water bottle paraphernalia. Jerry owned a book store and was a multiple time Arrowhead 135 competitor. It was obvious that both these guys were very strong, and all of us being on the same page as far as speed and efficiency was amazing. If I was honest I would say both these guys were a bit stronger then I, but they seemed to appreciate the fact that I had experience from the year prior. Riding together never felt like anyone was off pace or being held back, and this is exactly what I was hoping would happen.  Riding alone at my own honest pace the first hour or two was a good strategy.

Jerry Bilek is a good riding partner. He is tough as nails.

Jerry Bilek is a good riding partner. He is tough as nails.


Fast B-road, shortly before checkpoint #2.

Fast B-road, shortly before checkpoint #2.

Rolling the rest of the way to Checkpoint #2 the hills continued. Dave would routinely mention the last hill hit 18% grade, and then we would be on the downhill and pedaling  to keep our speed into the wind. It was relentless in a way that can only be endured if you remember that you are putting tailwind in the bank.  Even when the wind was at our side, it was a struggle to keep the bikes vertical, but as a whole we never seemed to end paying into our savings. We finally rolled into the mile 176 checkpoint #2 at about 8pm, shortly before sunset. We had the last set of cue sheets in our hands now, there was only 160 miles to go!

Riding the ten or so miles from the checkpoint to the gas station at Norway the sun had set, and we arrived to find a plethora of riders looking shelled and waiting for rides. 185 miles of 30mph winds on hilly gravel will do that to anyone. I have to admit, sitting in an actual chair, eating “real” food, and being out of the wind felt incredible. I could just hear the sirens off in the distance, promising more. While taking oasis I proceeded to consume another pepsi, a quart of chocolate milk, mozzarella sticks, a fish sandwich, some trail mix, and another gel.  The prior year my critical mistake was not eating enough and falling victim to sleeping on the bike, so I had been extra careful to eat a lot this year. As such I had been eating tons of food all day and hitting my 300 calories/hr goal, so I was feeling strong, but gas stations are always an uplifting oasis. Warm food tastes so good 200 miles into an event.

Rolling out into the night we were excited to cash in on the tailwinds we had been banking away, while also conscious of the 120 miles till the next gas station resupply. We made good time this stretch, but our pace was brought back down a bit by a flat tire, and trepidation from an imposing lightning storm. We caught Charlie Farrow(SS), and then Jay Barre(Fixed) along the road, and then went on ahead into the storm, which got nasty quick. It rained here and there, propelled by 30mph winds, and you kept looking at the cue sheet hoping you weren’t turning east into it, but sometimes you were.
During one particularly heavy rain fit we took shelter behind a barn, probably around 2am or so. During this respite I decided to satisfy an urge I had for the prior few miles, one that I was hoping would be a one hit wonder. Something had happened in my stomach during the 4 hours since we were at the last gas station, and it wanted out fast. Thankfully, I always pack wet wipes.


Something like 23 hours of riding at this point. Raining, windy, walking a B-road.

Bibs shorts are the best. I mean they really are better then any other option out there when it comes to comfort. Perhaps the only exception is when they require you to strip down completely naked in the middle of a cold 2am April thunderstorm, with varying amounts of shelter.  Perhaps the only time they are even worse is when it’s not just a 2am thunderstorm, but also a 3am thunderstorm, and a 4am thunder storm, and a 5 am thunderstorm.

I don’t know where I went wrong. Most people think it was trusting a fish sandwich from Casey’s. Some people think it was eating 20-30 gels over the days course(recent study backs this up). Others think it was that tiny bit of Canadian Bacon hidden in the pizza. Jerry gave me some pepto bismol and we kept riding. Those guys were so good, they stopped and waited for me as I hid behind middle school garbage bins doing terrible things to the areas that janitors would see the coming days.  Dear janitors, I am sorry. Love, anonymous.

I pressed on. I had told myself I was going to ride until I was passed out in a ditch, and had an emergency bivy in my bag to prove it.  So I kept eating as much as I could, putting miles behind me, and waiting for the second sunrise of a long day on the bike. During the night, as we had made our numerous  stops, we had been leap frogging a few riders for a while.  We eventually formed a group of 7 riders as the sun rose over the horizon, for the second time. The group consisted of Dave, Jerry, and myself, plus Jay Barre, Jake Kruse, Agatha, and Peter. Jay, Jake, and Agatha have been riding friends for years, so to be with them this late into the event was pretty special for me. I was really pleased to see how strong and steady they were riding. We rode on, up more big hills, some hills walked for efficiency and some hills rode for pride. Into the growing sunlight we rolled.

After a while, the inevitable happened. Somewhere around mile 265-270, I did the one man wrestling match with my bibs behind a tree again while the others briefly changed clothing before remounting. I hopped back on my bike and pedaled off to catch the group a bit up the road, and it took effort to catch them.  I had been getting mentally tired the last hour or two, and I was constantly thirsty despite drinking a large quantity of liquid.  I could tell that my body was simply not absorbing any water or calories, and just spitting it out the back each hour. I had tried to push through the inconvenience until the end, but with seventy something miles left and no possibility of my body letting me refuel, I knew it was too far.  I told Dave and Jerry, whom I had spent the last 26 straight hours with, to keep going without me. I crawled in a ditch for a few hours and waited for a ride. This was heartbreaking, as my legs felt strong, my bike was still comfortable, and all my prep had worked well. I need to be more cautious with what I eat apparently. There is always more to learn.

After a few hours of laying in the ditch, Gumby found me and took me back to the hotel to shower. I then ate some food and headed down to the finish line party.
I walked up the drive and gave Mark a hug, a tad bit moist in the face as I was hopping to do so under different circumstances. I gave a brief ride synopsis, he got me up to date on finishers, I walked briskly to an outhouse, and then we waited for more riders. Soon enough Josh Brown, Steve Fuller, Pat Lackey, and Mike Johnson all rolled in within minutes of each other. Steve Fuller won the race to empty his beer first, and exchanged words with Mark about how hard the course was.

After another half hour we realized there was less then an hour till the 34 hour time limit, and our friends were still battling the wind out there. The suspense was palpable, and we discussed how we thought they were doing. Ironically, just after we finished this conversation, another rider rolled down the last hill, it was Jerry Bilek. It was amazing to see Jerry roll into the finish, knowing that we helped each other get as far as we did. It made all of my expended energy valuable for a purpose other then my own memories and gratification. I shook his hand, retrieved my gore pants off his legs, and while I was talking to him another herd appeared over the hills crest. It was Jay, Jake, Agatha, Sarah Cooper, and another rider. We went nuts, and got quite emotional. It was an incredible experience to see our friends across the line, and intensified both my joy and heartbreak of sharing miles with them for so long, yet falling down short. We hugged, laughed, and did our best to look composed as everyone told stories. It was one of those grandiose moments that had it been a movie would have played in slow motion, with booming music, just before the credits rolled.


I drove home immediately following this. It was hard, and those 43 hours beginning at 1:40am Saturday were the longest I have ever stayed awake consecutively. So many thoughts. Probably why I haven’t put anything into words until now.
Trans-Iowa is an emotional experience. It is not a small investment of ones time and commitment if taken seriously, and I did.
Coming out the other side of this one, two weeks after the fact, I do find some solace in how well my preparations and training went. A lot of things went very well, and while the heartbreak is still there, I can look forward and know that what I learned getting ready for Trans-Iowa V10 will help me in what else is coming up.

I wouldn’t trade the memories and experience of April 26th-27th for anything. Thanks to Dave and Jerry for being the best guys I could have possibly rode so long with, all the other riders I shared smiles and miles with, everyone who helped volunteer, all of Grinnell, Salsa and Ergon for making bike stuff that I can ride forever and still smile, Wally and George for taking awesome photos, Slender Fungus for their work and for picking me up from a cold ditch, Ari for inspiring this madness in me years ago,  North Central Cyclery for letting me go on so many adventures, and Mark Stevenson, for all the hard work in putting on the high water mark of all gravel events, ever.
I deeply love all of you.


Every year I get all these big ideas in my head. I guess that is what happens when you have all winter to look at maps  and dream of places that are not here. I feel like this year I have a ton of plans. I really just need to scratch that itch of being in new places, and seeing new things.   I hope to get them all  crossed off the list this year, and maybe more. There are still some months toward the end of the year I want to fill up with more trips, and I have a million ideas.  Let me know if you want to share a passenger seat or carpool or something. Lets make this a good year of new trails and hard challenges.

-Week in L.A.

-Can burn in hell. Maybe a small trip a few hours south to get some gravel training miles in for Trans-Iowa. It’s amazing how warm Carbondale usually is. Carbondale has some killer roads too.

– Landrun 100 in Oklahoma, with stops in Missouri and Arkansas for epic single track pre/post.


-Gravel Metric(volunteer)
-Dirty Kanza 200 (Single Speed)

-Chequamegon 100 (Single Speed)
-Trans-Iowa Masters Program (June or July)

-To be named 200k Axletree event

-Single Speed USA
-(MAYBE)Trans-northern Georgia

And then comes a big open space of time I need to fill. Between a Bro-Co trip, and a ton of over nighters around IL, we will see what trips we plan. Bikes.




Trek Stache

It is finally finished.
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Now I just have to wait to ride real trails so I can get rowdy on it, and getting rowdy and throwing it around
is pretty much the reason I have this.

Also, since I have so many bikes this will be a bike I let friends borrow. I already have a few friends that want to give it a
go at a race or two next year. It is a 19″ so if it fits and you want to give it a ride let me know.

10,880 grams is the final weight, well, until I actually ride it and decide how much steer tube to chop.

This is quite the Christmas bicycle. The reason behind that is I was offered the wheels for $250 from a Trek employee, which
is a deal I couldn’t pass on. I am not an avid fan of Industry Nine wheels, but they were the steal of the day.

The carbon Thomson bars look pretty perfect with the seapost and stem.
The dual release on the XTR shifter is baller, and I love the drilled metal paddle.
The matching red tubeless valves are neato. I paid five more dollars to get them colored like that.
Most people would say that the 1×10 drivetrain setup with a 38t in front is too tall, but since the bike I usually pedal is a SS, this feels easy.
There are a bunch of mounts and cable routings on the frame I will never use, but options win over simplicity, I guess.
Tubeless. I am stoked on these tires, they are going to help me snag some nasty lines.
My plan of attack for this bike is to go down to Brown County and work until I clear the Schooner Trace trail, no foot downs. Current best = 4

I can not wait for sweaty days of carving berms hard, and boosting floaters and doubles. I wish I didn’t have to wait so long for fun riding.

Pic Dump


My wife’s pranks are easily distinguishable from my co-workers.


Few people know that Shimano was doing road disc back in 1975. There was even a hydro version for flat bars.


I got a death threat from the actual actor that plays the Predator. Guess I better pedal!!!!




My custom extend a fender. Top 10 commuter item right here.


In 11 years of wrenching on bikes, i had never seen hub shell fold in on itself. holy cow. Story is that the rider was JRA. Good job wal-mart.


Longest bars ever.


Hot summer days, come back.


Most nights are like this, looking for new untraveled roads.


Steepest road in America. 37%, cobbles. As always, pictures are inadequate.
This day was 100f, it was wonderful.



I just want to disconnect and get lost in new places to experience that feeling of solitude and foreignness that I can only describe as freedom. I hate that which is familiar and repetitious.

Mason Dixon Madness

Every winter Liz and I go down to LaGrange Georgia to visit her family for the holidays. It’s pretty convenient that we visit in the winter and they live in the warm south, so I take at least one bike, usually two.


If everything I owned burned in a fire and I had to buy all new bikes, a Ti Warbird and El Mariachi would be the answer.
These bikes are perfect.

After driving from 6pm-10am through the night I took day one off the bike and slept in and relaxed.

The following three days I got some great riding in with weather that let me wear a short sleeve jersey and short sleeve base layer. Magical for a No-ILL resident like myself in November.

I ended up driving to ride single track 2/3 days, and riding the Warbird  to explore some hilly pavement the middle day.

All you need to know is Coldwater Mountain in Anniston Alabama is the real deal. There are 20-ish amazing miles of trail there, and I am going to ride them every chance I get. I rode every mile of trail there and had the biggest smile up and down each 3+ mile climb and downhill. There are berms all over, well made rock features, and mile after mile of tables and doubles to float as you fly downhill at 20+. Combine that with Racoon Mountain in Chattanooga and that area has some amazing trails worth checking out.   My pictures and the ones online don’t do anything justice, and I was surprised at how good the trails were when my wheel hit the ground.
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