Monthly Archives: August 2018

It didn’t feel bad when I left the house to ride the trails at the pond – hot and humid, to be sure, but bearable. I didn’t consider how well the forest would hold the humidity. Within the first mile, … Continue reading →

On my gravel bike, I’ve never cleaned North Kent Road. It’s a mile of loose gravel that averages 9%, and pushes 40% here and there. I’ve spun out. I’ve popped my front wheel up and lost steering. I’ve run out … Continue reading →

It’s obvious I haven’t put in long miles this year. Or maybe it was the humid heat on Thursday night. Whatever – I sucked on the climbs. On the first one, Church Hill, I stopped for a few seconds because … Continue reading →

The May 15 storm that Tunguskaed Waldo has actually worked out okay. The re-routes that Paula put in, and the bootleg clearing and log-overs on the red trail, are all improvements. Everyone’s favorite re-route is on the purple trail, adding … Continue reading →

Monday night, I rode Waldo with an old friend, Mark, and his 17 year old son Aiden. They’re new to mtbing, and wanted to get to know the trails. Two hundred feet into the woods, I looked back to see if … Continue reading →

Mark asked if Ben and I would like to ride to Kent Falls Brewery Friday afternoon. An on-line acquaintance of his from Philly, Steve, was in the area and Mark wanted to give him a true gravel experience. The weather looked … Continue reading →

Sunday, I mtbed with Ben at our home park, Waldo. On hot summer weekends it’s a popular place with citiots who pack incredible quantities of picnic supplies down the half mile fire road to the lake, but very little back … Continue reading →