Why is this fella smiling?

...He's about to smash his fissog into a rock. Reminds me of Spangles' last year (see HERE.) Anyway. The Gods of mountain biking must've seen the tears mixed with the sweat in yesterday's post. Today's shoot was cancelled, but the weather flipped and out came sunshine. Or at least, the rain held off and we had muggy heat. So, I took myself out to Queens again to get some dirt under my wheels at Cunningham. Fun times. Enough to at least whet my whistle for the return to NorCal in a couple of weeks time.

Puddled

Bad weather is not only pushing our shoot end date, it's messing with what meagre MTB riding I'm able to do here in the Big Apple. As such, it's finally come to this: Not only am I leaving my briney mess all over the hotel gym floor - I'm feckin' blogging about it too. Getting my arse back on the Nomad will feel sooo good, it brings a little tear to my eye just thinking about it.

Tick Tock

While the fellas back in Cali' are riding Sea Otter, the Shasta Lemurian and gearing up for the Annadel XC race next month, I'm still scratching around NYC trying to find some decent riding. It exists, I'm sure. I've seen pictures. In New Jersey there's actual mountains with trails and everything. But getting to these places, on public transport, whilst co-ordinating decent bike rental is proving to be a logistical no-no. So I'm limited. So limited in fact, last week I ended up hiring a steel cruiser in central park and riding around on that all day. And I enjoyed it! However, I need to keep my dirt skills in some sort of shape, so this week I once again took a trip to Cunningham Park.

The trail conditions were damn good - save for all the feckin litter. And my Kona steed was fairly plush. So I spent a good couple of hours thrashing around like a loon, hoping that my first ride back in NorCal (which may well be the Annadel XC) won't hurt too much..... Straight into a 20 odd mile race having done no hill climbing for 2 months? Who am I kidding :o(