So, last evening’s ride was spicy. I was road riding (trespassing) on a stupid fancy private road here in town tonight. It has an 1100ft climb, with amazing pavement, perfect switchbacks, and no traffic. However, it is a poach. I had never been hassled there, but friends have. Anyhoo, at the very top, the road continues after a chained off barrier. There is a property up there that recently sold for many millions for just raw dirt. Anyhoo, the road climbs a few hundred feet, then goes around the top of the Butte and out of sight…but only for a short way. So, I am above the chain section, and I look back, and I see a local rent-a-cop Jeep with his very intimidating lights on, going through the gate.
just so happens at the top there is very tall sage. I found the deepest patch, waited for him to drive by….and then got on my bike, and went hell bound for leather back down the road, around the chain, and all the way back down into town. I knew he would never catch me, but I think I got a top five or ten Strava time (I previously had the 10 trophy).
Anyway, it was epic fun, feeling like a hoodlum on a $6k bike.
Good morning!
just so happens at the top there is very tall sage. I found the deepest patch, waited for him to drive by….and then got on my bike, and went hell bound for leather back down the road, around the chain, and all the way back down into town. I knew he would never catch me, but I think I got a top five or ten Strava time (I previously had the 10 trophy).
Anyway, it was epic fun, feeling like a hoodlum on a $6k bike.
Good morning!