The Test

A slick-rock face on the Shore Line Trail - a lot steeper than it looks!

Hard Things...............and more

Riding on the Shore Line Trail has been getting better - in that I'm starting to get some confidence back.  Still, the image in my mind of breaking my ankle still keeps me a bit timid. The trail is getting busy as there are few areas that aren't still buried in snow elsewhere.  So....I tied the "lion" bell under my saddle.  Normally I reserve the bell to keep the mountain cats from sneaking up and pealing me on the bike.  Right now, the bell gives others on the narrow single track, a heads-up.  This trail is blind spot after blind spot, compounded by sharp drop-off reliefs that can send you 75' with a simple "stall-and-fall".  No bueno!  Yesterday I was able to get out in the rain and hail, which meant only a few fools as myself, on the trail ( a great day).  The rock faces that slope like above are particularly dangerous when the tires are loaded with mud and grit.  Just having a wet surface is enough to make it sketchy.  Without grip...........just plain stupid.  That picture above is on a dry day.  Notice the trail picking up in the skyline.  Good times!

This past week has been full of surprises, most of which are not favorable.  I've always said we have to be ready for whatever may come our way - when it comes our way.  Well now..........I may have to really put up.  The "porpoise" may take on a whole new function; one that is almost overwhelming.

If you're new to this, stick around.  If you have been here before, come back in a few days.  We may have a completely new challenge ahead this year.  

I guess we'll see what the "porpoise" is really made of.

Saddle up!

Ride HARD!

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A slow start

Making it work........um, kind of.

Last year was totally different compared to this.  We had pretty good riding through most of January and February - until I busted my ankle in March.  This go around, it's been rough - as in little to no real riding due to snow.  This past week the "old stomping grounds" up on the Bonneville Shore Line Trail burned off and made for some fairly good terrain.  Monday night, I took one of the kids up with me; his first time up in that area.  We did a few miles of simple familiarity on the service road and jumped up to the single track directly above the Douglas trail head.  This is a section that starts out pretty fast, but still easy, and then turns rather technical.  The key is to keep the momentum  up while getting over the rocks.  Balance and position are important.  You can find yourself over the handlebars, if not falling down the mountain due to stalling and falling over.  

About a mile into the single track, we ran across a guy that we'd been following, but had crashed.  The dreaded "stall and fall".  Having piled-up about 9 feet down, he was pretty beat up.  After checking him for head injuries, we found his left arm was jacked up.  Looks like he tried to catch himself with his left arm, which always ends in disaster.  Long story short, we cut our ride short to get him off the mountain and back to the Douglas trail head.  So much for that ride.

I hit it again last night after work, only to have to deal with a bunch of other riders in both directions.  Word spreads fast.  The short of that one is, I need a ton of time to get my confidence back on the MTB.  Maybe I'll start running up there during "lunch", when it is less likely to have much traffic.  This is a really good place to build leg strength and cardio early.  I'm thinking we'll be road riding in about another month.  That is more dependent on sand and salt, rather than clear roads.  That crap really causes problems all the way around.  Until then, mountain biking on the other side of the mountain.

In case you didn't figure it out by now, I didn't make it to "True Grit" last weekend.  That really sucks.  I couldn't get any local riding in, thus there was no reason to go down for the any training rides. Add to this the delays in funding; we are not doing very well on any front at the moment.  We're hoping the funding comes through this week for the MS 150, LOTOJA and Huntsman.  Kind of late, but I think we'll have everything in hand by the end of next week.

Hey, it's not Sedona, but it's still my old stomping grounds.

Ride HARD!

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Call it what you will - it's not riding

That picture says it all.  No riding, except on the indoor stuff.  I don't fat bike.  You'd think otherwise, but I'm not a fan.  I'm sure has it has its place, but not really for me.  Maybe doing anything that suggests fat just makes me a bit self conscious.  Whatever.  I don't do the fat thing.

So..............another sleepless night.  Stewing over a ton of sh.........crap.  Been working on a problem for a client that I've finally cracked and now the math begins.  Trying to do phase vectors in ones head will keep anyone awake.  More so, a lot has happened this past week that just has my head spinning.  Back when I was in high school, I'd run stadium stairs several nights each week, late enough it would keep me awake for hours.  Needless to say, many hours spent listening to "Stereo X" deep-cuts, maybe playing solitaire, playing my guitar, or just mulling things over.  When you're sixteen, you can only mull so much over in your head, given I didn't even know what a phase vector was at the time.  Lots of time lost.

This past week I lost another one.  Make that several  - from my younger years.  As I write this, a dear gentlemen that I've know since moving into this valley is winding his watch for the last time.  It's nothing I can adequately describe, but that is a bunch of empty to deal with.  I need the hurt that is Monte Cristo.  My day starts in just a few more minutes and I'll move past it for now, only to forget the pain that drives me, or any of us for that matter.

To those in the Plaid of my Class; Remember Marisa and the others that have already gone. I guess we're not immortal anymore.  To all; be somebody's, anybody's hero and pass it along.  Just for a minute.  Be larger than the moment - for the moment.

Man it's dark this morning........

Ride HARD!

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Winter

Not much for riding, in fact no riding at all.  The prospects of a successful race at "True Grit" in four weeks are grim, or non-existent.  It is what it is..............

I did spend the day yesterday, at Alta with my bro's and long supporters of HHH.  No, it wasn't getting in a few turns.  We were working, more like doing my best to try to help.  I can't call any of that work, as it is truly a break away from the realities of my day-to-day.  They were still doing control (avalanche) when I first got up there.  There is something about all of it that just takes me away.  Skiing was and will always be my first love.  The cold clear air, the deep snow and the sounds of charges echoing off the canyon...........man!

On a more real not; one of my neighbors lost his battle with the "Big-C" yesterday.  A big quiet guy, that had been fighting for a while.  They finally gave him a terminal diagnosis a couple months ago and he pushed the odds.  What to say...........  I wanna say this is why we fight, but it just keeps happening.  Sometimes it's hard to believe any of this makes a difference - at times.  For now, I'll have an image in my mind that will stick and likely frustrate me.

It all seems so empty this morning..................

I love winter, but I miss being able to ride over Monte when I need the solace.  I remember an afternoon 40+ years ago, when times were good.

This one is for you Jack!
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Covers off and stand.

Tough Times

Needing bike time............

Winter in the Northern Wasatch is not ideal for outdoor bike training.  Last year I was able to ride a ton on parts of the Bonneville Shoreline Trail Network.  This year is completely different.  The main service road is snow packed and sketchy at best.  Looking up toward some of the single track, it appears there are places it has burned completely off, but other places it may be 12" deep.  This isn't going to work.  I tried some parking lot riding, to work on technique, but patches of ice make that hazardous as well.

I have only a few options, and none of them are close to ideal.  Indoor training doesn't get me the time I need on my mountain bike. Road riding, steep repeating hill intervals on the hard tail is good cardio and leg strength, but still no technique.  Heading south is a considerable investment in time, for nowhere near the riding hours.  I've only got about 5 weeks and had better get it figured out, or it will be another "no show" for the True Grit.

All things considered, it's been a pretty crappy past few months.  Sometimes you just have to hang on and work toward the change.

Ride HARD - or something..........  

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Initial Post 2019

What's ahead?

A lot of changes this year.  Most of them won't be noticeable on the outside, but they'll be there.  2018 was nothing close to the banner year we needed for HHH as a whole.  As such, we need to make a few change and put the program "on the map".  The "Porpoise" on the other hand, well...…..we got some pretty good traction.  We'll build directly from our efforts last year.

The season will start a little earlier than last year, if I can stay healthy - no crashes!  True Grit is less than two months out and I haven't been on anything outside of a spin-bike or trainer for more than a month.  A lot to do between now an then, but I'll figure it out.

I still have a couple crazy ideas for this year, but I need to look at things in depth to make any decisions.  Assess and plan, we'll figure out how to execute form there.

Traction

So......the push at the end of last season provided considerable traffic.  Up until last week we were still getting regular looks.  Whatever it was that brought you here, stick around and tell others.  The "Porpoise" community is building steam.  We're all in this together - in some way or another.

It's gonna be a great year!

Ride HARD!

You'll know this one.

Final Post 2018

Heroes.................

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Another sleepless night.  I need to be moving snow around 03:30 as this is where my day starts this time of year.  What a better time to put it in the can - so to speak.

About the ride

Well..........there hasn't been a ride for a couple weeks due to weather.  I've also not had the chance to hit the "shore-line trail" either, but I don't expect to have much time there before that is under snow as well.  So I'll tell you about the ride some 33 years ago.  Actually, a series of rides that started when a friend of mine and I bought our first mountain bikes.  In the day, revolutionary.  By today's standards........... it makes me laugh.  We used to ride from the top of Ogden Canyon, up Wheeler Canyon, to Snow Basin - my old stomping grounds.  Occasionally we'd ride up the service roads to the top of a couple of the lifts - because we could.  It was way different back then.  We never saw any other mountain bikes, in fact, people on horseback would look at us if we were from another planet.  Snow Basin was completely deserted during the summer months. Still, it was a break from what had become a rather crappy situation in most other respects.  Somehow I knew things would never be the same, but I never realized how cold it would get.  The next few years I rode the heck out of that bike, simply to get away from whatever was behind me.  During the winter months, I'd ride around Willard Bay as fast as I could, while later I'd take my dog and ride the always empty and local North Fork Park.  Man, has that changed as well.  I always had a little hope and that was all that mattered.

If you go back a read my final from 2017, you'll tie hope to heroes.  If not, just trust me on this one.....

This year..............

"Hadley My Hero" - is where we left off last year.  It was my inspiration for what I needed to do this year.  That was before the busted ankle and the humiliation that became last summer.  Thanks, Reggie and fam; It made literally all the difference on race day.  You are my heroes.

To those that contributed - in any way.  Thank you so much.  Your overwhelming support literally took me to my knees.   I know you were supporting the cause - the "purpose" and not the "porpoise", but my gratitude for your support is well beyond measure.  What a humbling experience to know of such tremendous people.  It does give me hope.  Thank you for showing up when you did. Obrigado!

I've learned a lot -still, but have even more that I need to resolve.  That's for another day.  I'm already looking toward next year with optimism, as I have already scheduled a couple races and am considering something a bit unconventional for HHH.  All I can say is, swing back around in a month or so.  I'm not going to put it off like I did this past year. 

One last thing to answer a question

I've been asked about the "Juniors Farm" thing.  It's nothing too deep, but it is like this: That was a very happy time in my life.  It formed me.  The Scotsman that wrote the number (Jimmy), died not too long after that.  Linda died about twenty years ago - of cancer.  Both of them are something to me for reasons nobody else will ever understand.  The short of it is, it reminds me of when times were good - before the realities of life.  I long for the chance to reconcile.

Please come back in a month or so.  We have a lot to fight for............

Here's to heroes - Click and enjoy this one.........

The Porpoise 2018