RSS FeedOuch! Was that a stupid trail to ride. Some friends of mine decided we would do a neat ride in the 7 springs area in far north Carefree area (North of Scottsdale, AZ) I’ve done trail #4 several times and it’s a short fun out and back tail along the river, during summer its great cause you can jump in a big swimming hole and play but last Saturday we decided to try a trail that started off of #4 (Trail #246)and would do a clockwise loop around the mountains and back towards the other side of trail #4. What a shit hike a bike trail that was, I would say 75% walking on steep nasty trails that even trials riders would walk. We finaly reached the very top where it begins to decend to trail 4, that was great. 1 1/2 foot trail along a cliff that if you fell you would hope a saguaro cactus would stop you, I rode all of it only dabbing my foot on a couple of tight switchbacks,one other rode most of it and the rest walked almost all of it. That was the high light of the ride for me but I will never do that trail again. we rode a total of 11 miles and it took us over 4 hours to do it. THATS CRAZY MAN. next time I head out that way I plan on trying trail # 247, it’s twice as long but I hear it might be easier. see ya on the trail.
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VOTES: 3It’s early morning and I’m out of bed walking into the living room and there she is, standing so sexy against the couch, seeing her for the first time in the light, enticing me to touch her. I just met her yesterday and already I feel we belong together. Silky, shiny and black all over wearing chains, rubber and looking like she wants to be ridden hard. I look at her with desire; I can’t wait for the thrill to come.
I approach my Sexy Black Beauty slowly so as not to dominate her, but to be apart of her. I soon realize that I’m not properly attired for the occasion to come, so I say to her with soft words “Just wait baby, I want this to be right”. I head back to the bedroom and put on an outfit that goes perfect for the excitement to come, and strap on safety gear….too many times I’ve got too excited and lost control. I’m not going to take any chances for she is new and I’m not sure I can handle her just right yet. This is my first time with her and I’m not sure what to expect. She is an object superstitiously believed to embody magical powers.
I can hardly wait; my anticipation is getting the better of me. I’m worried that she too may not be up to the long hard workout that’s to come, so I check her over and make sure all is right, everything is tight fitting and good, I feel the shiny black top, so clean and smooth. I touch the black rubber knobby’s, squeezing hard, they feel good too, I notice I forgot to lube her up, so I use some special stuff I have put away for just this occasion.
I begin to mount her; I lift my leg over and rest down, perfect fit. I begin to stroke slowly at first, keeping an easy steady rhythm. I start to feel a muscle throbbing a little, but I know I have to work through it, that it will warm up and then I can get on her hard. I’m getting warm all over as I begin to push it harder, I feel my heart beating faster. It’s getting a little rougher now, she’s pushing back, I should expect this, after all she is rigid in the rear but all cushy in the front. I’m having a little trouble now, I can’t seem to get the right groove on with her and now we’re getting into some fast, hard, dirty stuff. I’m sweating and burning up. I wish I hadn’t worn the long sleeve synthetics.
She’s bouncing all over, almost bucking me off, I’m holding on for dear life, if I fall off her it’s going to be very embarrassing. I have to take control now or I could get hurt. I slow down and lean back, I steady myself and position my thighs between her seat. I feel the bumps and trying to work with them, lifting up, pushing down, moving side to side, soaking up the hits. Suddenly the rhythm starts to kick in, the feel of our movements are together working as one.
I start pushing harder and faster…she’s responding quite well, I can barely see with all the sweat in my eye’s, dripping all over her. Her black top is glistening. I keep thinking she’s ready to shift into an easier gear but she’s only got a single speed on her and it feels just right for this ride. I feel so good right now, everything is so right. I can’t wait to show my friends. I finally get to relax on the couch and catch my breath. I look at her and think of the many good times ahead, I need to clean her so she’s ready for the next adventure. I’m already anticipating it. I use a soft damp cloth and rub all her dirty parts, as I’m doing this my girlfriend walks in and asked if I had a good time. Oh yes. I ask her if she wants to join in next time, she said that she only enjoys doing it tandem style, and Sexy Black Beauty was only for myself…I agree. It’s a Fetish I have and I must deal with it. So now I write all of you, hoping you too can find that perfect partner to get dirty with. I must go now, I need to look at some porn or you may think I’m weird. Bye.
I know better, I should have known better but I keep doing this to myself. A year later and I think the 50 was fun lets do it again. The minute I started dropping into Skull Valley I remembered every place I stopped and walked, every place I sat in some shade and how bad I cramped up. (I never cramped like that on any other ride) I was hauling ass down that thing, my speedometer read 40.7 and it’s a little slow. I was king for awhile, I passed DirtMonkey, JackHammer and The Last Boyscout, they weren’t happy when I passed them smacked them “tag, your it”. Then we rested in Skull Valley for about 15 minutes and got lazy, took a picture and headed back up, JackHammer Al cramped up first, Brad & I left his ass behind, I think that pissed him off because he finally caught up and passed us, I didn’t see him again for almost an hour, Poor Brad he bonked bad, he cramped up and faded away, I never see him again. (Last year he kicked my ass by 2 hours) Mike is on his single speed and leaving me behind fast. Something is wrong with my shifter, I can’t shift into other gears, I have to stop and manually force into whatever gear I need. I finally catch Al, he’s walking up the hill and I join him, we didn’t sit down once during the ride out of hell. We make it to the 2nd aid station and I collapsed, we rested for about 5 minutes and take off, Al starts riding away like he just started the damn race and I loose site of him within 15 minutes. I’m all alone, riding up I feel myself starting to fade, bonk is coming so I ease up more and everything I do is just hurting. This is the worst part of the ride, it goes forever, and I just keep going sometimes walking. I finally reach the top of hill, now it’s time to catch some people and enjoy an ALL DOWN HILL RIDE, right, wrong! Some idiot decided that we still needed to climb more so they changed the course and added a rocky loose hike a bike in the middle of the last part of the course. (Bastards) This truly sucked and I think ruined the course and spirit of most riders I talked with. The climb would have been ride able any other time but not for anyone I seen who did the 50 that day. I catch Al at the very start of the climb, there are several people walking and I’m cussing up a storm, finally I get pissed and force myself to ride. I am riding it, giving everything I have and I reach the top of it and I get a cramp from hell. It was sooooooo bad I literally dropped to the ground in pain, I had to sit up with my legs doing the splits to keep from cramping so bad, every time I try to get up the cramp drops me. So there I am, laying in the trail with my legs spread open like a porn star on DC’s website, along comes another rider seeing me in agony he ask if I’m ok, I say CRAMP! He said oh! And take’s off like a bat out of hell. What else can he do, I’m sure as hell he doesn’t want to rub my legs, and I don’t want him to. After about 10 minutes I get up and ride, I’m feeling much better and I start to get in the groove, I’m riding like I should and as long as there’s no more hills I’ll catch a few others. I get on the road stop, force my rear derailleur into the smallest cog and take off. I am cruising and feeling good, I finish and that old man Jackhammer was five minutes faster than me. I check my watch and YES! I beat my last year’s time by one hour, I was shooting for a six hour finish but I am happy. I say not the 50 anymore, next year it’s the 25 but somehow I I’ll forget and think I’m better than I am and do it again. Gotta go now, I have to start drinking for the next big ride, T4T, Soul Ride or am I going to Tour the White Mountains. I’ll destroy myself on all of them.
TacoBeer
I have a friend that just got into Mountain biking. He first purchased a cheap $300.00 bike, that’s fine and dandy for people who just ride streets and canals but he hears me talk about the races and he want to try it. I say good lets go, his bike weighs 36 lbs and he broke stuff during his practice rides and more stuff when he raced. I told him that the bike was not made for the abuse he was putting it through and he needed to upgrade. he put it off till the bike was so bad he would spend more time fixing it then riding it. So what to do, I got him to put up some cash and he baught himself a Fetish D&S, he is riding so much better and faster now. we just had some minor problems with his drive chain but the good people at Airpark bikes are taking care of it. I took him to Prescott to pre-ride the next MBAA race course then we went and pre-rode some of the Whiskey 50 course, I initiated him into a hell ride, he was sooooo hurting. hahahahah! but it didn’t keep him form wanting to race so he signed up for the Whiskey 25.IEEEEEEEE! I told him I better not beat him (I’m doing the 50) or I get to keep his bike. Hahahahahah!
Hello all brothers of the Mountain biking world To anyone who hasn’t done it,the whiskey 50 is one hell of a great ride/Race. You can choose to do the 25miles which is all fun and mostly in the woods or you can kill yourself and do the 50 mile like me where you ride 12 miles down a service road to Skull Valley and then back up to meet the 25 mile course again. That ride up is looong. It seems to never end. Another great thing about it is it starts in down town Prescott and ends there, my Brother Jackhammer Al lives within drunken walking distance from whisky row, I love epic rides, they are the main reason for me to ride. Here in Arizona we have several good ones, The Whiskey 50, toys for tots Flagstaff to the grand canyon, Flight of the Pigs, the Soul Ride, Tour of the white Mountains and several other I may not know about yet. These are all Mountain bike rides that usually have a distance of 60 miles or more. If you never done one but want to, I highly recommend it just do the ones that are rides and not races if it’s your first time, then you will get hooked like I did. Have fun and keep the rubber side down.