Moving from San Fran to Los Altos I am feeling a little more in my element. Which is to say on two wheels. And while Jill was riding her Element (Rocky Mountain Fully) I was aboard a fatty.
There is this local hill climb that goes up something like 2,500 feet from a particular intersection and I attached this climb with vigor … on the fatty. At first i was amazed how I could big ring this hill but as the verticle feet accumulated the more I wished I didnt have this vengance quest tostay in the big ring. I was self challenged andwhen the dust steeled it was a time of 43 minutes. the current road bike record is something a little over 30 minutes. we summized how I might be able to beat this record if I were to slam it with a roadie machine but that is as far as that discussion went. The rest of the day was awesome singletrack as we decended into a local haunt called Stevens Creek.
The day just got fatter. The trail went down a ridge and into some great forests. The trouble around these parts is that you “should” stay on the trails because of poison oak. I leaned into a couple corners and almost brushed some poison oak laden branches. I cant imagine crashing into it.
The trails were fat as well … and smooth … at time a little bumpy. Overall perfect for the fat bike. I ripped down some fantastic sweeping forested trails all the while Jill choked on my dust. Come to find out a fatty really is a dust maker. It is like following a ccement truck on a dusty road.
It was a good day on the trails. Even fatties can have fun in the dirt … right?