Father's Day Massacre
Yesterday was not a good day to be riding a bike.
We went to Snake Mountain in Addison to meet up with the Sunday morning crew.
Dark clouds loomed over the lake, but we were pretty sure we'd be able to get our ride in.
We made the climb, but noticed that the mountain had received some heavy rain within the last few hours. The ground was pretty wet, and there were a couple of big trees down across the main trail to the top.
Once we got into the single track, things took on a more serious tone. The rocks and roots were all wet and slippery, great care had to be taken to stay upright. We finished the trail The Altar without major incident, and headed into Bounty Hunter. This is where I sliced one of my tires.
The hole was far too big for the Stan's sealant to fill, and it erupted latex like a volcano.
Always coming prepared, I had a tube in my Camelback.
Which had a bad valve and would hold no air.
Mandy had a tube so we got it installed but only after being devoured by hungry mosquitoes.
We were about 15 minutes behind the group. As we hacked our way down the wet rocks, we discovered that one of Mandy's pedal cleats was missing.
One of the group had turned back to see if we were OK, at which point the guy checking on us got a flat. fortunately the whole group was about 100 yards down the trail, and we waited for him to get it changed.
At which point the rain came. With a few rumbles of thunder. Great.
The flat also turned out to take another 15 minutes to fix, as it was coupled with a chain issue.
We were ready to be done. Fortunately it stopped raining, but we were on our way out, beaten by the mountain.
On our way down, we came across two riders from our group who had cut out ahead of us. One of the had launched a water bar and came down badly. After high siding his bike, the next thing to hit the ground was the left side of his face. Twice. It was the same guy who had come back to check on us in the singletrack.
Although he walked out on his own, he was pretty messed up. Mandy had called 911, so there were some paramedics at the trail head when we finally got down. Wow.
I haven't heard on his condition, but we left him in good hands.
Jay Pro took a big digger on his road bike. A high speed collision left a nasty rash on his backside.
Mandy's cousin in VA took a hard spill on her bike too.
We went to Snake Mountain in Addison to meet up with the Sunday morning crew.
Dark clouds loomed over the lake, but we were pretty sure we'd be able to get our ride in.
We made the climb, but noticed that the mountain had received some heavy rain within the last few hours. The ground was pretty wet, and there were a couple of big trees down across the main trail to the top.
Once we got into the single track, things took on a more serious tone. The rocks and roots were all wet and slippery, great care had to be taken to stay upright. We finished the trail The Altar without major incident, and headed into Bounty Hunter. This is where I sliced one of my tires.
The hole was far too big for the Stan's sealant to fill, and it erupted latex like a volcano.
Always coming prepared, I had a tube in my Camelback.
Which had a bad valve and would hold no air.
Mandy had a tube so we got it installed but only after being devoured by hungry mosquitoes.
We were about 15 minutes behind the group. As we hacked our way down the wet rocks, we discovered that one of Mandy's pedal cleats was missing.
One of the group had turned back to see if we were OK, at which point the guy checking on us got a flat. fortunately the whole group was about 100 yards down the trail, and we waited for him to get it changed.
At which point the rain came. With a few rumbles of thunder. Great.
The flat also turned out to take another 15 minutes to fix, as it was coupled with a chain issue.
We were ready to be done. Fortunately it stopped raining, but we were on our way out, beaten by the mountain.
On our way down, we came across two riders from our group who had cut out ahead of us. One of the had launched a water bar and came down badly. After high siding his bike, the next thing to hit the ground was the left side of his face. Twice. It was the same guy who had come back to check on us in the singletrack.
Although he walked out on his own, he was pretty messed up. Mandy had called 911, so there were some paramedics at the trail head when we finally got down. Wow.
I haven't heard on his condition, but we left him in good hands.
Jay Pro took a big digger on his road bike. A high speed collision left a nasty rash on his backside.
Mandy's cousin in VA took a hard spill on her bike too.
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