Another (really cold) Auburn Ride |
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Hot babes. |
Cool dudes. |
Hot babes in the cold. |
45 minutes through the smog and traffic of Interstate 80, the drive from downtown Sacramento to rural Auburn is no fun. The trails, however, make up for the frustrations of caged-transport from the city to the foothills.
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Possibly the muddiest section of trail. |
Very hard packed, the trails don’t even require knobby tires. My trusty (*knocks on wood desk*) Rasta Ripper is a real hoot to ride on the flowy Connector and Foresthill Loop trails. The rigid fork pumps through turns on the Connector trail fast and precise, and the single speed is fine on the smooth climbs that seamlessly connect the corners. Natalie loves her singlespeed Ventana, and for good reason. |
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I really wish I knew who this guy is. The photo came out alright, and he'd probably be psyched on it. |
Nat gets her shred on. |
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Temperatures around 40° are a shock to a guy who can see the ocean from his porch. Kneepads serve double-duty as kneewarmers, and the official-issue Bicycleweed.com jacket transcends from an essential piece of race equipment to an essential for trail survival. |
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'Twas a regular Halloween out there. |
Headless Horseman |
Trying to jump down the haggard Confluence trail, I remembered why I don’t get excited for early morning Alpine races. Or snow sports. Hitting the ground when it’s cold just plain sucks. |
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Photos of me by Natalie, photos of Natalie by me, and the photo of the burnt trees is a Natalie classic. |
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