2013 by the numbers

As 2013 comes to a close…sadly, so does my riding. Hey, I’m just not one for cold
weather pedaling…between a deteriorating disc…and painful arthritis it’s more
than just a matter of staying warm!

Each year I always aim for riding more miles than the previous one,  as I think most
all cyclists do. Though in the past few years I haven’t managed to hit those goals-
except this year!

Looking back at 2012, for 2013 I wound up riding 398 more miles,
(which equated to an extra 30.5 hours in the saddle) while climbing
an additional 30,530 feet!

I also managed to snag four KOM Descents; Clark Rd, Mount Harmony Rd and
Dryden-Bliss rd’s in Bernardsville then Ironia Rd (aka Snake Hill) in Mendham.
Plus, a second place down the  treacherous and harrowing Pennbrook Rd
(aka Jacobs Ladder) in Far Hills. Descending is by far my best attribute…
although a few near-misses will probably see me being more cautious in 2014…

2013 stats

My pre-season goal was to ride at least 3,000 miles and climb 225,000 feet of elevation. Mission accomplished! So, suffice to say I am chuffed with the results!

2012 stats

Armed with a new machine (yet to be built…) for the coming riding season of 2014, of course I hope to ride farther and climb even higher!

Happy Holidays to all… and here’s to an early Spring!


The Ridge and Valley of Onteora

Fara í víking… (exploring- north by northwest into the Allegheny and Appalachian Region)

While not the mighty alpen passes of Europe, theBlue Mountains’ do demand respect. From the madness of a steep descent that plunges towards the depths…to the agony of a climb that rises into the sky…

From the southwestern corner of NY, the Ridge-and-Valley, is where the long and winding roads give Rise: to the Struggle, to the Suffering and to the sheer Majestic Beauty of the ancient, Acadian Blue Mountains.

Me pointing to the Shawangunk Ridge in the distance...

Me pointing to the Shawangunk Ridge in the distance…

And so, as I was about to embark on the imminent ascent and the eventual gasping for the faintest of atmosphere…I inhaled a slow, deep, breath of the quiet country air…rolling past imperial orchards under striking, azure skies.


On a absolutely gorgeous, August Summer day, we rolled out from hamlet of Gardiner, situated in the Valley of Wallkill, to take on an arduous, but resplendent 70 miles with 6,000+/- feet of climbing. One of my riding mates Tyson Witte and I made the short trek up from North Jersey to the southeastern edge of the Catskills to journey and explore a day of ‘proper’ cycling.


Back in the Spring, Ride with GPS featured a  guest post blog entry by John Ferguson. His blog, Riding the Catskills caught my attention immediately. Browsing through his many entries of stunning, scenic photographs, epic climbs and rides had me inspired and
looking forward to heading up north for my own ‘epic’ tour…

After perusing the varied terrains and elevations of the many splendid rides, I decided on a version of a 66 miler with 6,200′ of elevation in and around the Shawangunk Ridge. John was kind enough to re-map the routes starting point and provide the info of where all the food/water stops were along the way. A big Thank You to Mr Ferguson and his awesome site, Riding the Catskills.

The Catskill Mountains, or Onteora (as were named by the American Indian Tribes who
settled in the area) are also known by the locals as, the Blue Mountains. The Catskill Mountains encompasse more than 6,000 square miles, with the highest peak of 4,204 feet at the legendary Slide Mountain. The Catskills are a dissected segment of the
Allegheny Plateau, part of the Appalachian Mountain system, lying mainly in Greene
and Ulster counties of NY State.

It’s 09:29 am
Our ride began with an easy six and half miles of flat to slightly rolling terrain and from there the pavement began to pitch ever-so steadily up. The first climb, (a Category 3)
began on Awosting that continued onto Upper Mountain Road. Basically, this is about a 4.5 mile rise, with approximately 800 feet of elevation gain, averaging 3.5% in gradient. Although not too difficult, nonetheless it was a steady, increasing ascent that peaks at a grade of a hefty 11%.


After a bumpy but fast descent down Upper Mtn/Oregon Trail, the next 5 miles were
basically rolling, allowing us to take in all of the splendid rural scenery.

All Systems- uh, not a go…
When you hear riders and racers alike, say it’s a ‘seat of your pants’ thing…it really is. After the descent as the road leveled out, I could feel the bumps just that more pronounced- in the seat of me bum and the handling seemed just a bit ‘mushy.’ Sure enough I look down over my left shoulder and the rear tire is soft…(scheisse…is the first word that comes to mind)

I call out to Tyson, “flat tire” -where’s the damn team car when you need it!? Neutral service? Bueller? Anyone? So off to the side of the road to begin the process of changing the tube. Tyson and I fiddle with the tire assembly for few minutes. I check the rim for glass or debris, nothing. I check the tire, nothing, or so I think. Tyson checks it and finds a piece of something, that what we think is a thorn. He clears it and I pump up the tire with the Co2 cartridge and we’re off once again…

Underway and thankfully it’s drama free, but mile 19.5 was looming and with it so was the Route 52-Clark-Vista Marie Climb. This was the big one. A category 2 ascent that twisted and turned its way up out of Walker Valley to the Summit between Bear Hill and Sams Point Reserves. You certainly can’t miss it on the profile chart below, as it sticks out like a ‘sore-thumb’ or in my case…like a sore-BUM! Rising to about 1,850′ with nearly 1,300′ of elevation gain, that stretches for nearly  3.5 miles at an average gradient of 6.7%, with a maximum kick over a whopping 20%! Yes, that’s right folks, a max grade of 20.1% on Vista Marie…


Both of us were feeling this climb, both of us struggling, but Tyson less so than I was, as he was a good 5 minutes ahead of me up the hill. Although he did say he was weaving and grinding his way up the last third as well! After reaching the summit, we caught our breath then began the 4-mile plunge back into the valley. On our initial way down, we stopped to snap a few pictures. In the photo below, we are looking down into the lush, green Valley of the Catskills from S. Gulley Rd.


After a few clicks of the camera phones…it was back to business- bombing the downhill, while just nipping at the heels of 48 mph… Given that road was completely unknown to us with a couple of blind corners, I’d say we tore it up! Now I know that to some, this may seem to be a bit risky or even dangerous. But both Tyson and I have extensive motorcycle riding/track experience, so it really didn’t seem to risky. I hung back a few feet and I can say that Tyson’s descending skills are excellent, which of course made for a safer run for both of us.

We leveled off at around mile 28, then had an easy, moderate tempo roll to about mile 36. From there it was a slight rise and then an undulating terrain for the next 9+ miles. Somewhere between 33 and 34 miles, we rode right past an eerily quiet prison. Turned out it was the Eastern NY Correctional Facility. Flanking both sides of the road, guarded with fiercely shiny and what was probably miles of foreboding, concertina wire…was quite the sight!


“The fading of the cries”
I could feel my legs tiring and I could sense my energy stores running a bit low. A check of the clock showed it was around 1:50 pm and we had reached mile 52. With one last tough climb to go, we decided on a quick rest and replenish stop. Luckily, we found an open bakery shop on 209 in Stone Ridge. We sat down on the patio and had a couple of apple turnovers, topped off with cold water and sports drinks. Then it was back in the saddle for the battle of the last ascent- and I do mean battle!

Mohonk Road is nothing to laugh at, even though it’s classified as a Cat 3 climb, it is
deceivingly hard. The road snakes up and around the Mohonk Preserve and at the
Summit sits the Mohonk Mountain House. The maximum grade is a massive 14%
with an average grade of 5.1%, that extends upward 860 feet over 2.95 miles.


I was barley able to keep the pedals turning after nearly a mile into the climb. I knew this was going to be a very ‘lengthy’ 3 miles…and at the steepest pitch, I had to stop and put a leg down. My heart was pounding and I was in the Red Zone for sure. I gave myself about a minute to try and get my heart rate back down somewhat, then continued to take on the Mohonk fight, albeit battered and weary, I stayed in the ‘ring’

So, what do I think of the Mohonk Climb? The Mohonk Climb is a mother f**king leg burner- especially when it comes at the end of a long, challenging ride!

Breathing heavily I clawed my way to the summit, where Tyson was waiting, taking a short but well-deserved break. He had made it to the top about 5+ minutes before I did, but he was clearly worn from the last uphill run as well. After another 3-4 minutes later and we set off for the remaining 15-16 miles.

The ride was winding down (whew!) and the remaining miles brought us back into the picturesque valley, with those amazing mountainous views off our right shoulders. The Schawangunk Ridge and the Blue Mountains are certainly a grand spectacle to witness.



Nearly back at Majestic Park, we stopped by the Wallkill River for a few more
photo-ops before our journey ended.

It's smiles all around for the boys...

It’s smiles all around for the boys…

We rolled back in at about 3:30 pm, having logged a solid 70.1 miles  of cycling with a bit more than 6,000 feet of elevation gain. Though there were only 3 significant climbs, it was without a doubt, my toughest challenge of the cycling year to date. I was out of gas…
with very little left to give from the legs, lungs and heart.

We bid farewell to Gardiner and the scenic Catskill Mountains, with a couple of Pizza Pies patio-side at Pasquales….delizioso gusto d’Italia… si’


Stonewell-on-Den Brook (Shongum Lake)

Since I’m a big proponent of truth…truth be told, August has mostly been a Shit Show… A few mechanical’s, 3 punctured tubes, 2 gouged tires and nearly being hit twice…really put a damper on things. And it had, until today. A bit of reprieve I suppose. In fact, when I compare last Summer to this Summer, hands down, 2012 was far more enjoyable.

I had such high expectations, after becoming a ‘climber’ in 2012, I was determined to set off and ascend to new heights as it were. I would climb even higher and further than last year, that was the plan. Only thing is, I ignored the all-too important base-miles early on. As I headed out in March and April, I was setting PR’s on most of my favorite climbs, thinking man, this great. I must be getting stronger, fitter. Completely forgoing mostly flat to rolling miles in those early days and now I am paying the price.

What I didn’t realize at the time, was the ‘damage’ I was doing to my body. As June and July went down, I went up, way, up…climbing more than I had ever done. Which on one hand was great, but, as a result I have progressively become slower, due to the constant and unrelenting ascents I have taken on. No recovery rides, no rest periods in June and July.


From June 1st to July 31st, I had ridden 1,245 miles and climbed 104,000 feet in a mere 36 rides. And, I started to notice that in the last week of July, my body was beginning to suffer. I had little power and stamina. So, for this month, I decided to take it easy, with August half over, I only have ridden 6 times for 236 miles and ascended 21,691 feet. But I’m still knackered. Cannot seem to recover.

At this stage, there is little point to stop or take any sotr of extened break. I usually only ride until October anyway, so I will continue to push onward- at this very slow pace and recoup for next year. Lesson learned.

As I had mentioned earlier, today’s ride was tops. The weather was brilliant, I had no close calls with the cowards in their cages, beautiful scenery and landmarks and there were plenty of food/water stops along the way.


Heading North West, the roads unfolded, gently curving left and right, right and left, as I laboured upwards. Clouds, still and layered in the remarkably blue sky, defined the horizon. As I pedaled steady, I passesd through the hills and plains of Morris, then it was up Schoolhouse Lane, (1.3 miles, rising 430′ at an average grade of 6.2%) then Mt Pleasant, and on to Raynor…to the private shores of Shongum.


From Shongum, I headed South, then East to Mount Freedom, back into Mendham. From there it was up Oak Knoll/North Gate for the last significant climb of the day. The last 15 or so miles passed by without much notice, as the brilliant day faded into the rural-suburban evening. 57 miles down and 4,900 feet up, it was a good day in the saddle indeed.


As I headed for home, it struck me that the cooler August temps, (not so welcome with me) are a stark reminder that Summer is surely winding down. As I bandied these thoughts and past rides to myself, I was hopeful they would be etched in my memory, come those those long, cold and dark Winter days…

Maillot à Pois Rouge

Update 7/31:
Well, it’s finally over. The KOM TdF Challenge (6/29-7/31) has ended and after the four weeks, I have finished in 17th place out of 125 competitors world-wide. I completed 23 rides (‘stages’) with 796.3 miles and 69,390.5 feet of ascent.

Cannot say I am disappointed, dropping out of the top 15. But my original goal was to
finish in the top 25, so from that perspective, not too bad. And it was also a marked
improvement from my 44th place in the Maglia Azzurra Challenge for the Giro.

Update 7/21:

After three weeks, I am 14th of 116 competitors.
16 (‘stages’) rides and 513 miles down with 49,793.1 feet of climbs.


Update 7/14:
After two weeks, I am now sitting in 13th place of 108 competitors.
16 (‘stages’) rides and 410 miles down with 33,179.11 feet of climbs.
Two more weeks to go in the KOM challenge and one more week for Le Tour!

I don’t know about most cyclists or bike riders, but I need inspiration from time to time. So, when the Le Tour time comes around, there are usually various riding Challenges
issued by a number of cycling sites to pick and choose from.

Last year, I was in the Ride with GPS 1/4 TdF Challenge and that was fun. I was able to complete the 1/4 distance and then some. It kept me motivated all of July which carried over into August. Sadly, this year, RwGPS didn’t put on the challenge.

But I did find one that is more to my liking, in the form of BikeRadar’s, KOM
Le Tour de BikeRadar K.O.M. Challenge. What I really appreciate about this challenge is that isn’t based on just miles or speed, but rather strictly on climbing. Which suits this old and slow guy perfectly!

After just over one week and 8 rides, I’m holding up in 10th place of 88 competitors, with 6,974.4 meters of ascent. Prior to the start I was hoping for a top 25 and that is what I’m aiming for. Prizes are random and though it’s no big deal, it provides me the motivation and a good kick in the ass to go out and keep climbing!

It’s not too late to join in, as long as you upload all of your rides from June 29th to July 31st, you’re golden! So sign up and start ascending…


Vive Le Tour!!!!!

Tour de German Valley

Somewhere in and around miles 5 to 6, the skies opened and the deluge began. But just as quick as it came down, it soon began to relent and then stopped, all within about a 20 minute period.

Ready to roll out…as the skies are darkening

From then on, it remained cloudy and the air heavy, saturated with humidity. Which was especially noticeable on the climbs. Which there were many.


The Tour de Long Valley Metric Century wound its way through historic Morris, Warren and Hunterdon Counties of rural NJ. Up and down was the order of the day. With police holding traffic at certain locations and roadside volunteers, the ride was made a bit easier, knowing that the dangerous intersections were covered and SAG were on hand.

The ride itself was fairly uneventful, as I have ridden on most of the roads we were on. Though we did trek on a few I have never been on before. Including two rather arduous climbs. From about mile 11 to mile 16, the pavement just kept going upwards. Hollow, Anthony and Silker roads, were all new climbs for me. I was glad to give them a go!

Aye, then it was the two mile climb up Hollowbrook, that put the sting in me legs…which was followed about 20 miles later in the morning by a gradual 6 mile climb, that rose up over 700 feet. Nothing too heady, but by this point I was starting to tire a bit.


Along the way I encountered groups of varied riders, most all were faster than me on the rolling and flats (what flats there were) but I would catch them all and pass most of them on the climbs. I managed to hook up with two guys, who seemed to be at or near my pace level. We stayed together for about 30 or so odd miles.

As I had passed a dozen or so people, I had to make a ‘nature’ break…and all that ground was lost! I thought I would not see them again until the end. But to my surprise as the road went up…they appeared in my view. One by one I picked them off. Not that we were racing, but seeing as they would hammer the easy stuff, it left them empty for the ascents.

Unfortunately, the rest stops were not stocked well, which was completely surprising. No bananas, no Gatorade. Just water and bagels. Bugger me. Actually, I said Scheisse, right to the volunteers, but they had no clue what I was saying…anyway, running low on ‘fuel’ there was one more nasty ascent of the day left.

Naughright. 1.3 miles, 499′ at an average gradient of 7.4%. This, coming at mile 60- of mile 63. Needless to say, I was pathetically slow, clawing my way up…

Then it was one more moderate rise up East Springtown and I rolled back into the park to end the day. 63 miles down, 5,500 feet up, in 4:20. Fairly slow at a 14.5mph average, but given the weather and the terrain, not too bad. This old guy is a just tad worn out…

Rivière Noire

54.6 miles/87.87 km – 5,100’/1400m

Today’s ride was my 40th of the year so far. So, “Stage 40” took me around the outskirts of the Black River Park and Environmental Center in Chester. The Black River cuts a swath and meanders through Somerset and Morris counties of NJ. 12 miles long, it twists and turns and flows down along the bucolic towns of Pottersville and Chester.

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Along today’s route, I passed through the quiet, scenic and hilly roads of Far Hills, Peapack-Gladstone, Pottersville, Chester, Califon and Bernardsville. Beginning in Somerset, rolling through Morris and touching the edges of Hunterdon county.

The ride featured one of the biggest climbs of the day, Black River Rd or Rivière Noire as I like to call it- in honor of the Le Tour…it extends for 3.5 miles, ascending 830′ up with a mean rise of approx., 5.75%. A fairly arduous climb, one of those up and down unrelenting hills…that can just take it out of your legs on a 98 degree day!

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As Phil and Paul would say, the roads of Black River are ‘heavy roads’ bumpy, broken and rough pavement for most of the 3.5 mile ascent. Between the brutal heat, oppressive humidity and the craggy roads, I was in damage control mode all the way up…

The highlight of the day wasn’t the long and distant beautiful views of the Allamuchy the Kittatinny Mountains, but rather a stop at the Chester Wendy’s- for an cold Vanilla Frosty! After my creamy smooth frozen treat, I was recharged for the remainder of the ride.



I still had the local switchback of Mt Harmony and a few smaller climbs ahead of me before the promise of a cold shower and recovery meal back were waiting at home. By days end at 5pm, I was thoroughly done. Hot, tired and hungry! As I hung the bike back up, I took a brief moment to reflect on the miles and the route taken, the roads more or less traveled you might say. Blue skies, bright sun and feeling of being alive…

Valley of the Saxons

94.95 km – 8714 meters

This ’37th’ round of 2013 took me through historic German Valley on a beautiful warm Spring day. The roads go up, the roads go down in these parts, but it seems like one spends more time pedaling ‘up’ rather than down!


This part of Morris County, NJ was originally settled mainly by the Germans of Saxony, though much immigrated from all parts of Deutschland as well. The area is dotted with churches and farms from the early 1700’s. Lutheran, Presbyterian, Moravian, Reformed and Episcopalian to name but some. Today, many churches from the 1700’s still stand and many farms still operate in German Valley.

Many of the streets, landmarks and farms in the area still retain their German ancestry and namesakes. Ort Farms is one of my favorite places to stop and grab some fresh
produce and a bottle of water along the way…a friendly staff (mostly the ort family) and great views of the Valley floor are the standard fare.

Of course one of the most famous landmarks is Schooley’s Mountain, which I have
ascended many times, but today I was plunging down the mountain. Only to be slowed by a trio of inept das auto drivers! Though I did ascend two big climbs today, within the
Valley. First up was N 4 Bridges Road. It may only be .72 in length and 370′ up, but it has an average grade of 10.5%!


From there I wound my around to Naughright, 1.2 miles long, with a 7.5% mean gradient, rising up 495′. While not ‘euro’ tough stuff, still pretty decent climbs as far as gradient goes…


I did hit two other fairly significant climbs as well, one prior to rolling into German Valley, which was the 3.5 mile long Old Chester Rd and one on the way home, Mt Paul. And of course, Liberty Corner to close out the day. Unfortunately, I found myself struggling mightily up all of the climbs except Mt Paul today. I was barley able to keep going up
N 4 Bridges and was sucking every breath for precious oxygen…Then going up Naughright, the sun was beating down, heating things up just that extra bit more.

Even though I was grinding it out, I had to remind myself how great the day was at that moment. The blue skies, layered with the images of story-book clouds. The passing landscapes lined with greenery and flowers, the sounds of Spring…morphing into Summer.

But for some reason, my fitness level has degenerated at bit. I was climbing fairly well during April and May, but a few weeks ago I started to notice my ability to wane…and, I have no real solid answer as to why- yet.

All in all it was another great day in the saddle, enjoying life and the bike. The struggle, the scenery, the risk and the reward…


Auf Wiedersehen!

Moving Mountains…

Start Date: June 1, 2013/12:59 pm
Ride Time:  4 hours, 4 mins (total time 5:06)
Temperature: 90°
Prototype: 47 years, 8.44 month old rider
Distance/Ascent: 55 miles – 4600′

-It was the 3rd day in succession of riding this week, with plus 90° temps-
each of the 3 days. Thankfully, it hadn’t really bothered my riding so far…

Today, the Antagonists of hills lay ahead. I rolled out, making my way up the
slight, steady grade of Meeker then down to Harmony Falls and then
onward to the climb of St John on the Mountain.


Hardscrabble, bumpy and broken throws her all at me, 3 miles,
long, 675′ up at about a 4.6% avg grade. I keep the pedals turning,
fighting for every second. Off along the edges of the road, lay
the remnants of the 7th Brigade, as Revolutionary rocks form
the hardscape, while the streams run their course.

The top of Talmage- with the heights of Randolph in the distance

The miles are rolling by and the scenery has me smiling today.
I approach the 3.5 mile Cold Hill-Woodland Climb that takes me
past Potts Reservoir– The rays of sun dance and glean off the still water.
She rises up 547 feet, with a slight reprieve and dip in the middle.

I’m struggling to keep a steady pace. Shoulders rocking, labored
breathing, The sun is pounding my head like a 10lb hammer sledge.
The cars of passers by, look into my suffering eyes…I’d ask them-
tell me what do you see- someone real? yea this is for real, as real
as it gets… At the summit of Mt Freedom, I stop for a respite, water
and food to fuel the second half of the journey.

I roll down South Road- peeling off onto Ironia. This is the big, fast
descent of the day. I was thinking to just coast and roll down her wicked
esses- but just then, the ‘racer’ got the better of me…

Carbon wrapped in Flesh and Bone, plunging down steep Ironia-
Riding into sweeping Fury…
( I scorched the downhill- 1:37 and shattered the record of 1:49-
Now I covet the #1 spot…but for how long?)

The road bends right-left-right-left, with a decreasing radius in the
2nd right-hander. Here is where I nearly met my fate… I made a rare mistake of
turning in just a second or two early, I was in way too hot…and had to just feather the rear brake. The tire locked for a brief moment, my eyes-wide with fear…I immediately
released the lever and the rear tire hooked back up.

I stomp the pedals and the gears once more gathering  precious speed down
Snake Hill- as my heart rate slowly comes back down. Oh, I got lucky today, no doubt.
straining the limits of machine and man…laughing out loud with fear
and hope I had a desperate plan…”

Three more climbs were still in front of me before I made it back
home, Campbell, Clark and the finish up old familiar Liberty Corner.
The 90° heat was beginning to takes it toll…as I could feel my face radiating,
the sweat pouring off my arms and legs. Thankfully, there was
a little shade on the Clark and Liberty Corner climbs for a bit of cover.

I am taking on a steady flow of water and now at mile 50 I was empty.
So one last water stop at Dunham Park, just 4 miles from home…
It’s 5:37 pm now and the sun shine is unrelenting, but Sol is a welcome friend, always.

My hands, back and neck are all aching, as I head for the solace and
comfort of the house door. I’m thinking about the big post-ride meal,
as I look to bright, blue sky with thanks and remember the sights
and sounds on this first day of June…

Cogito – Ergo – Zoom…


Harmony Falls into the Descent of Bliss…

48 miles, 3800 feet up

Today’s stage 20, in the “Tour of 2013” had me rolling through
some familiar roads and a couple of which I had never ridden.

Hitting an old favorite, the Mt Harmony Ascent at mile 7, I set a
PR again, now ranked 3rd on RwGPS. I continued meandering
through the low hills of Bernardsville on my way towards the
farm lands of Bedminster.


Mile 24, I hit the dirt and gravel for about 2 miles on Old Dutch
and Lager Cross Rd’s. Passing historic Rheinland Farms.
The Sunday scenery was subdued and quiet, as I stayed near
the crown of the road.


Back on a long stretch of rollers of “Loamatong” heading into
the outskirts of Bridgewater towards Rattlesnake Bridge. I kept
a steady pace pedaling into a stiff headwind. Then it was on to
the false flats of Burnt Mills, heading up Washington Valley Road.

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One of the last climbs of the day would be the short, but tough
hill, Hunter-Somerville and homeward bound up Liberty Corner.
Once more I would set a PR on Hunter, ranking 3rd as well.

In between all the climbs, there are of course, always descents.
Typically, I try to push hard on the familiar downhills…in an
effort to keep my cornering skills sharp. I bombed the very short
right-left esses of Bliss and the last left-right of Old Chester.
I love bending the bike in to corner, lean, counter-steer and
flow right through. It’s pure magic when you get it right!

So far, my climbing has improved nearly 20% from 2012. I
hope to keep this trend up through the rest of the year…