Lazarus Trail
There has been much said lately about the Tibble Fork Trail being "dead". Damage from motos has convinced some people that it will never be the same.
They're wrong.
We started at Timpanooeke and headed up to Ridge Trail. We had eight riders who started with us.
Here's Chad, Paul Zimm-the-man, Whitney(yes he's a dude) and Spencer.
Tyler and his girlfriend Laurie were there again. Not a good shot but whaddyawant
Up the trail a ways, Brady and Kyle had started early. Brady is a little self-conscious about his climbing skills and his fashion choices. 
Since SomeDude made fun of his shorts the other night, he made another bold mountain bike fashion statement. Riding in 90 degree heat in a black t-shirt and jeans. Nobody ever accused Brady of not being willing to suffer for his fashion.
Not long after we arrived at the four-way, Spencer came rolling up a little off the back. It ends up that his crank had stripped out and his right pedal fell off. So he now faced the prospect of the descent to the reservoir without a pedal. Though he is getting used to limping his bike back to the truck, I'm not sure he's been on a ride with us that he hasn't had some sort of major mechanical. Kid's hard on bikes.
Which brings us to the Tibble Fork Trail. We rode up Tibble on my Birthday Death March. And at the time I was too bleary-eyed to pay attention. But this is the first chance I had to check it out as normal people ride it(down). There were/are exactly two ruts on the trail. About 20 feet long, and maybe eight inches deep. I did however find a way to jam my wheel into one and crash. I would even go as far as to say that I have seen the trail in worse shape. So, I would say that although it was dead, it has risen back to life. There's an object lesson in there somewhere.
I don't want to say I was right, but I was right. This trail gets so much traffic, that once it dries out it gets tromped into moon dust which mostly settles back into the ruts and fills them in. Tibble's fine, quit whining.
The evidence of the trail quality is in the smiles of those who ride it once they get to the bottom. Oh look, it's Gard Nelson joining us for a ride. Still no granny ring on that 35 lb bike.
Also note that Brady not the only doughhead that rode in jeans.
They're wrong.
We started at Timpanooeke and headed up to Ridge Trail. We had eight riders who started with us.
Here's Chad, Paul Zimm-the-man, Whitney(yes he's a dude) and Spencer.
Tyler and his girlfriend Laurie were there again. Not a good shot but whaddyawant
Up the trail a ways, Brady and Kyle had started early. Brady is a little self-conscious about his climbing skills and his fashion choices. Since SomeDude made fun of his shorts the other night, he made another bold mountain bike fashion statement. Riding in 90 degree heat in a black t-shirt and jeans. Nobody ever accused Brady of not being willing to suffer for his fashion.Not long after we arrived at the four-way, Spencer came rolling up a little off the back. It ends up that his crank had stripped out and his right pedal fell off. So he now faced the prospect of the descent to the reservoir without a pedal. Though he is getting used to limping his bike back to the truck, I'm not sure he's been on a ride with us that he hasn't had some sort of major mechanical. Kid's hard on bikes.
Which brings us to the Tibble Fork Trail. We rode up Tibble on my Birthday Death March. And at the time I was too bleary-eyed to pay attention. But this is the first chance I had to check it out as normal people ride it(down). There were/are exactly two ruts on the trail. About 20 feet long, and maybe eight inches deep. I did however find a way to jam my wheel into one and crash. I would even go as far as to say that I have seen the trail in worse shape. So, I would say that although it was dead, it has risen back to life. There's an object lesson in there somewhere.
I don't want to say I was right, but I was right. This trail gets so much traffic, that once it dries out it gets tromped into moon dust which mostly settles back into the ruts and fills them in. Tibble's fine, quit whining.
The evidence of the trail quality is in the smiles of those who ride it once they get to the bottom. Oh look, it's Gard Nelson joining us for a ride. Still no granny ring on that 35 lb bike.
Also note that Brady not the only doughhead that rode in jeans.
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