Too Many Puppies..

You try coming up with clever titles for ride reports.

Big turnout for today’s ride in Park City. Six of us made the trek from Utah County and met up with another eight at the Spring Valley Trailhead.  It almost seems like the further we go the more people we get.    Along for the day were the Bishopric(Chad and Noah), Bill,Nate, Zimm-The-Man(thanks for driving), Team Jarnecke, and the Spandex boys consisting of Cobourn, Matty Love, Moody,Larry, and Moody’s two buddies(names?).

Luckily Cobourn taught Pam some new words that she would use later on in the day.

This is only the second time I have done this loop personally.  It’s good stuff.  We did the big counterclockwise loop grinding up through the sage brush and making our way into the aspens.  Not a terribly stiff climb, but a decent workout.  The group was heavy on BS today granting plenty of opportunities for regrouping.  Jeremy is still recovering from back surgery, and he makes Pam carry all the extra water and gear.  This put them at the back but being the competent riders they are they insisted we  not wait for them.  They would later catch up to us after Paul’s second damn flat tire.

Forced dismount due to a gaggle of spandex chicks at this intersection.

The original plan for the spandex clan was to ride with us, and then move to the other side of the freeway for some more mileage.  Matt “Big” Love’s singlespeed notwithstanding. It’s a pretty good grind to the top, and a welcome sight when you see it.

This is not, the greatest photo in the world. This is just a tribute.

Descending on Flying Dog is orgasmic.  Fast, shaded, descending that seems to go on forever.  The smooth tacky trail is only occasionally interrupted by  run-offs that make nice little poppers if you dare lift your tires off the ground and risk blowing the next switchback.

Not sure why we passed so many people traveling the other direction.  The consensus of our group is that the longest most enjoyable downhill was the way we were going.  This trail must get a ton of traffic, and there were more than a few uphill riders we encountered with varying amounts of diplomacy.

By the time we made it back to the cars, the spandex crew had talked themselves out of the extended ride, opting for taco’s instead. Don’t blame them, my legs are still burning a little.

Thanks again to everybody, this is what a Saturday group ride should be like.  Minus Cobourn’s potty mouth.