Getting Mobbed

With the weather forcast calling for up to 2" of rain to fall through the night, with the occaisional thunder bumper. Instead of racing at Catamount, I thought today was a good opportunity to check out the Mobbs Hill trail system.

After several days of no rain, trail conditions were perfect. There were only a few wet spots, which I would imagine are always there, and the only real mud we found was right at the end.

It's a good thing we got out early, the skies opened up right after I got home.

I can safely say, that the folks at The Fellowship of the Wheel have been doing a bang up job. These folks maintain this, and several other Chittenden County trail systems.

Helmets off to you all.

We checked out Arcana first, a new trail system, that will be really good once it's worn in.
There were a couple of ugly spots that caused the Magic fork to "POP!", but this is exactly the kind of riding I love to do. A full body workout on a singlespeed.
It 's also a really good way to put any fork through it's paces.
Most of the transitions are short and violent at speed. The fork soaked everything up, and performed better than expected, but I still wished I had the plushness of the Reba. I experienced some pain in the wrists early in the ride.
I added 3 clicks to the IMV setting, increasing the amount of force required to activate the shock, which seemed to help. I was definitely getting full travel again today.

The trails on Mobbs Hill were excellent. There were a lot of exposed rock spines, which are fun to ride on. Having big wheels helps keep your momentum over the hollows and ruts, allowing you to clean sections that render most "small wheelers" working hard to keep up.


There is some very cool Waterbury style rocks to roll down. You definitly come across some cool features, you ride on drainage ridgelines, and down small chutes, always rolling and twisting through the trees.

There are some really old trees out there.

I didn't get any shots of the vintage car graveyard that you weave through on the way out. About 5 or 6 cars from the 40s and 50s are scattered about in the woods, riddled with bullet holes.



This is Vermont after all.





Needless to say, this was way better than racing in the rain.