Part 12, in which pedaling is for nerds

I'm back in Colorado. Stayed in Denver, then Golden, then made my way down to Steamboat. Did a couple normal trail rides, then spent a day at Steamboat getting magically whisked to the top of the mountain in a cushy gondola, like a some kind of Bavarian royalty. I'm never going to pedal again.

Ominous clouds

Ominous clouds

OK maybe that's not realistic. Point is, it was really, really fun to just blast downhill over and over again. Really looking forward to doing it again in Big Bear.

Much less ominous flowers

Much less ominous flowers

Earlier in the week, in Golden, things were not so fun. On a perfectly sunny, clear afternoon, I set out for a trail ride. Nothing special about that. It was a steadily climbing there-and-back route, and for about an hour and 15 minutes I happily grunted my way upward, barely noticing the dark clouds that moved in.

Asssssspennnnnnn

Asssssspennnnnnn

Once they did, things got real sloppy real quick. The accelerating intensity of rainfall was easily felt. It actually became hail after maybe 2 minutes, and it was hard enough to sting any exposed skin. After the hail gave way to rain 5 minutes later, I quickly became completely soaked. I'd have taken pictures of the small rivers that formed on the trail, but there's no way I could have operated my phone. There was not a single dry surface at my disposal.

And here's a short video from the DH day on the mountain. I'm sure there are better ways to use my free time, but my arms and legs were really sore from all that, so whatever.