Thursday, October 31, 2013

From the Library: Mountain Biking Mammoth

The Mammoth area has long been an all-year adventure ground. The advent of mountain biking and the Mammoth Mountain Bike Park added an entire new level to the experience. This small book, which easily fits within a hydration pack, will guide you to, and along, sixty-nine trails between Glacier Lodge in the south and Lundy Lake in the north. Twenty-six of the described trails are at the mountain bike park. Each entry includes the standard information, as well as directions to trailhead, highlights of the ride, map, route profile, and turn-by-turn guides. Photos give a hint of what you can expect, and tempt you to explore something new. Knowing what trails to ride, which will meet your needs, and which will fill your desires will help you get the most out of a road trip. This is a good one to research the trails before you go, and to bring along as you criss-cross the mountain in search of the perfect trail.

Diller, Dave & Allison   Mountain Biking Mammoth: Mountain Bike Trails of Mammoth Mountain, Bishop, June Lake, & Beyond   California, USA: Extremeline Productions LLC, 2005

Wednesday, October 30, 2013

Watch Those Shadows in Spooky Hollow...

because they watch you.

The hint of a conversation drifts in and out of the aether as fluidly as I drift in and out of the filtered light along the canyon-bottom trail. The sound is so faint I can't make out what is being said, but the laughter interspersed is clear as it ghosts through the morning stillness. The problem is I can't situate it; it seems to come from one side of the trail, then the other. It neither draws nearer, nor recedes, but keeps pace with the stroke of the pedals. It is as if the sound possesses a life force all its own and is able to move, weave through the branches above - the tenor and tone rising and falling with the movement in and out of the malformed limbs. Up and down, the voices mirror every undulation of the trail. But spectral, whispered sounds are not the only ones to be heard in these woods.

The crashing sounds of unseen things rampaging through the underbrush are not unusual in Spooky Hollow. What you have to determine is whether they are coming at you, or moving away. Makes all the difference in the world. Really. A couple ravens perch in the branches overhead; dark limbs look like twisted, reaching arms attempting to ensnare the unwary. The ravens are hidden at first, but their calls are demented and draw my attention to them. They knew I was approaching; how could the not. Those black eyes see all, keep untold secrets. A cackle draws a response sounding like a rolling of bones in an empty skull: The ravens are playing a morbid game of yahtzee, and I decide it is not wise to linger here for long. I don't wish to play that game.

Winds, water, a stretching of roots, encroaching growths in shaded corners, withdrawing where 'er the light - the path through Spooky Hollow constantly shifts, its motion exposing new rocks, the sharp incisors, grinding molars of a mouth ever in search of fresh meat. An appetite insatiable. Detritus piled deep, spat aside, this carpet of rest most eternal. Waste, corruption and the multitudes who devour such death, would quickly overwhelm the trail through this grove, but for those who pass through in spite of the reaching shadows. Flaying in decomposition, bones lie scattered about, relinquished to the grave from once lofty perches. Collections of limbs entangled in their last repose, play host to ghastly webs which billow in and out with the drawing and exhaling of rattling breaths. These woods are sentient in their ways, some of those ways are visible, others hidden to our mortal eyes.

Tuesday, October 29, 2013

2013 Sunday Krosstoberfest

Is it just me or does Sunday of a two-day race weekend seem a lot more sedate, quiet, mellow or, dare I say it, less exciting. I am not sure what the reason is, maybe it is a combination of many, maybe it is all in my head, a matter of perspective. There certainly were not as many people around for the Sunday races, and those who were seemed to pack up earlier for departure. One by one team tents came down as the day ground on, spare bikes and wheels left the pit area, sponsors and exhibitors closed shop, the list of posted results grew longer yet there were fewer people crowded around them. Most telling of all, the price of a Pomona Queen beer via the Pomona Valley Bicycle Coalition (PVBC) made a steady drop - $5 on Saturday, to $3 Sunday late morning, to $2 in the early afternoon, and rumors of $1 still to come later. But ... wait, that should have been reason to stick around longer. Hmmm.

Mobbin' Monday kept things interesting Sunday afternoon, waving some old corpses severed head around as the racers passed by, and encouraging them to get some air at this little bump

Anyway, and regardless of the numbers gathering dust around the course, the action on the course continued unabated. There was no let-up in the drive for top placings - in fact the one serious crash (I mentioned in yesterday's post) actually happened today, those racing were covered in just as much sweat-stuck grit and grime. From the sideline it was … just … less exciting. If not for the Mobbin' Monday crew taking up the banner, and duties, of race hecklers, I might have mistaken the place for a somewhat dirtier Sunday industrial park criterium - you know, quiet until the finish.

Well, there are still some great races to come this year, at tighter, more intimate settings. Maybe that is what is wrong with the Fairplex, it is too big, too spread out; the curious, who might already be there for whatever reason, don't just wander over to see what the hubbub is all about. Like those road crits, the place is too isolated. But that is a whole other topic, and this is not the post I promised to write about the un-Fairplex.

As for today's Elite races, the Gritters brothers once again proved best, and in the same order, Brandon 1st and Kyle 2nd. On this second day of racing Brennan Wodtli (Speedvagan) grabbed the 3rd spot. On the women's side it was Laura Winberry (Speedvagen) taking top honors ahead of Emily Kachorek ( and Amanda Nauman (SDG/Felt).

A section of 82 photos from Sunday's Krosstoberfest are in this flickr set.

the trains kept a rolling through the sand all day long

Danger hauling an extra ride before the start of the ss race

a tricky turn in the dirt. with an inside and outside line here,
many riders took the chance and opportunity to make a pass

a buffed up Spidey made an appearance during the Sunday festivities

on the job. as soon as the Speedvagen racers finished their respective races their rigs were given a good clean and shine. there might be something to be learned from that

Monday, October 28, 2013

2013 Saturday SpookyCross

best seats in the house?

someone found some mud

clearing the barriers

spectators at the Pit of Doom

"we are poor little lambs who have lost our way, baa, baa, baa"
one of the Black Sheep Squadron takes a hit

jump to the photo link to see why this Mobbin' Monday rider 
collected so much dirt on his right side

everyone at the same time now: aahhhhhhh

the Saturday night sky was afire

demons rise from out of the Pit of Doom

singlespeeds through the sand

Another Autumn weekend, another dusty cyclocross course in Southern California. Simply standing in general proximity to the course guaranteed you would collect a fine coating of grit and grime. I tell you what though, that cloud of dust rising from the Fairplex created a heck of a stunning sunset in the evening. The LA County Fairgrounds is not my favorite place (for reasons I will explain in a future post). The horse track is a rather uninspiring place, being basically a big flat expanse of dirt, grass and concrete. Yes, the grass taps your strength and the dirt is tricky in its slippery way. It falls to the obstacles created by the Prestige Series guys to really turn the grounds into something interesting. The fly-over, double-barriers, sand, run-up, and tight turns add challenge on their own, but for SpookyCross weekend, something extra gets thrown in as well. Last year that something extra was the bmx-style berms; those were back again this year, though scaled down a bit. New this year was the Pit of Doom, a ten foot deep hole in the ground placed right before the run-up. For some, it added some trepidation the first time through, others took it in stride (literally) without missing a beat. The promised deep fog failed to settle into the pit; too bad, it would have really made the scene. The simple darkness which descended over the course for the last races of the evening/night was almost as good - racers descended into the pit from one side, and emerged as ghouls on the other. I had no desire to find out what caused the transformation down there.

There is plenty to be scared of at the Fairplex to begin with, from the ten dollar fee for parking to the scowls and commands of the parking lot staff (honestly, could they have been any more unfriendly), that the skulls and bones scattered around the course were unnecessary. Even at the Fairplex though, SpookyCross remains one of my favorite races of the year. It is a Monster Mash of a good time, an adrenaline-fueled party where you never know who will rise out of the graveyard, who will be dragged down by those skeleton arms reaching out of the sand, or what will happen to upset everyone's best laid plans. There were more than a few mishaps, some slide-outs and tumbles, some jammed chains, bruised and bleeding shins, twisted handlebars, stuff you might expect to see any weekend. For the most part the riders involved picked themselves back up, straightened out whatever was mangled, and carried on. Sometimes they were verbally flogged by teammates. Sometimes they picked up with grim determination, other times with a smile. Only once did a rider require extra assistance - medical staff, their stretcher and infield cart - and I hope things turn out better for her than they looked at the time.

I didn't check all the posted results, but can share the top-three from the day's premier races: In the Elite Men's race, Southern California cyclocross powers, the brothers Gritters - Brandon and Kyle (Blackstar/ Rock 'n' Road), finished 1st / 2nd respectively. Gareth Feldstein (Ritte CX) took 3rd spot. Alexis Ryan (The TEAM SoCalCross) finished tops in the Elite Women's race, ahead of Laura Winberry (Speedvagan) and Amanda Nauman (SDG/Felt). 

Click for the flickr set of 126 select photos.

Saturday, October 26, 2013

2013 SpookyCross: Scary Racers at the Fairplex

It is far too late for a full post on today's SpookyCross races, and with Krosstoberfest tomorrow, I don't think full posts and photo links will be ready until Monday or Tuesday. For now here are a few of the ghoulish and just plain silly people.

a family of ghouls about to descend into the Pit of Doom

why did the chicken run so fast?

because the Colonel was in hot pursuit,
and his bucket was empty

Peter Pumpkinhead's evil twin

some rowdy Germans cheer on the racing lobster

the Baconator and his bait

Friday, October 25, 2013

Bicycling and the Presidency, Part 1

Alright, well after that Alvey Adee post, I think I will keep the theme of Washington political figures, and their connection to the bicycle, going here.

"Nothing compares to the simple pleasure of a bike ride." When President John F. Kennedy uttered this simple one line sentence, I doubt he suspected it would become one of the most oft-quoted and identifiable thoughts in the bicycling world. Or maybe he did; after all when Presidents speak, people tend to listen.

Growing up the Kennedy boys were encouraged to be competitive and athletic. Once, when racing against one another on their bikes, eldest brother Joe and John collided head on. John came out much the worse, his wounds requiring twenty-eight stitches to close. There is not a lot of visual evidence of Kennedy's appreciation of the bicycle during his adult years; what he remembered from his youth, though, he passed down to his children - John Kennedy Jr., in particular, was widely-known as an experienced cyclist, often photographed and reported on.

On October 22, 1962 Kennedy signed a Memorandum of Disapproval of Bill to Amend the Tariff Classification of Lightweight Bicycles (HR.8938), noting that approval would effectively "double the import duties on certain types of bicycles". Those "types of bicycles" were those that had a "cantilever or curved frame, weighing less than 36 pounds." I have to imagine that the bill was supported by the bicycle manufacturing industry in the United States as a means of competing against European manufacturers. In rejecting the bill, the President noted that "should the American bicycle industry demonstrate the need for this relief, it should be provided" via a "wider variety" of options under the "recently approved Trade Expansion Act." Unsurprisingly, perhaps, this is not the only piece of legislation regarding the trade of bicycles to have crossed a President's desk for for approval or not. In my short search I found another, somewhat similar, bill from the Presidency of Jimmy Carter, and who knows how many others there have been.

Almost every President since (and many prior to) Kennedy's time in office, whether by word or by action, has had some connection to the bicycle. Nixon, Ford, Carter, Reagan, Bush, Clinton, Bush, and finally, Obama all enjoyed getting out on either a relaxed cruise, or racing to the best of their ability.They have remarked upon the bicycle's health benefits, and its energy saving potential. Not only that, but many of the challengers to the throne have also spent time on two wheels - Dukakis, Romney, and Paul, to name but three. The single exception to this rule of the Presidency during that period appears to have been Lyndon Johnson. Johnson, whose term in office was, of course, dogged by the quagmire of the war in Vietnam may have had some reason to look with disfavor upon the humble mode of transport: Vietnam, the nation he referred to as a "fourth-rate raggedy-assed country" stymied the Presidents military efforts while moving more men and materials by bike than by motor vehicle. Well, maybe there was a connection there after all, just not in a way one would hope for.

Fortunately for Johnson there is actually more to be said, and it may be a little unfair to leave things with that image; young Lyndon, like most kids who grew up before the over-the-top focus on safety took hold of parent mentalities, is noted as having conned a brother into buying a new bike that was, in reality, sized more appropriately for Lyndon than for the brother (Bringing Up Lyndon in Texas Monthly, January 1976). Perhaps even more directly to the point Johnson, in a Special Message to Congress, February 8, 1965 said "the forgotten outdoorsmen of today are those who like to walk, hike, ride horseback or bicycle. For them we must have trails as well as highways. Nor should motor vehicles be permitted to tyrannize the more leisurely human traffic … We can and should have an abundance of trails for walking, cycling and horseback riding."

I can only suspect that if someone were to dig into the Richard Nixon archives they would be likely to find something of substance. Unfortunately the above photo is all that I am aware of. While it looks more like a publicity shot of the future President and his young family beneath the cherry trees on the Washington Mall, there is a clear understanding of the lifestyle choice that the bicycle provides.

Addressing Congress on October 8, 1974 Gerald Ford said that "if we all drive at least 5 percent fewer miles, we can save, almost unbelievably, 250,000 barrels of foreign oil per day. By the end of 1975, most of us can do better than 5 percent by carpooling, taking the bus, riding bikes, or just plain walking." Not quite the mode of bicycling I had in mind, but riding an exercise bike was part of Ford's morning routine while at the White House. Finally, and just for a bit of fun, Ed Kosmicki's Flickr pool contains a photo of the former President preparing to fire the starters' pistol at the 1988 Coors Classic in Vail, Colorado. A second photo in the same set shows Ford with race leaders Jeff Pierce and Jeanie Longo. If you search for photographs of President Ford riding a bike, the only thing you will see is one of a very young (little more than a toddler) Gerald perched on his bike with a cousin and two unidentified girls. Of course, there is an exercise bike photo as well, but that is just not the same.

On March 28, 1980 President Carter, by Proclamation, dedicated May 1 as National Bicycling Day: "Bicycling is finally breaking away in this country, making racers and riders out of a hundred million Americans. Whether they are huffing up mountain roads on vacation or commuting a few miles to work every day, bicycle riders are using their energy to save our energy, while their pumping legs mean pumping hearts and better health … Now, therefore, I, Jimmy Carter, President of the United States of America, do hereby declare May 1, 1980, National Bicycling Day." Carter frequently rode along the paths of Camp David when he was there; there are photos of him doing so, but my favorite has to be the one shown here of the President and Rosalynn sitting their bikes and looking out over the landscape. There is also a terrific photo of the former President and First Lady touring Yangshuo by bicycle in 1987. As recently as 2008 residents of Atlanta have spotted President Carter riding bike paths in the area, followed closely by his Secret Service agents. The same goes for his hometown of Plains where he frequently rides for breakfast at his favorite restaurant. If you were curious he rides a Specialized and a Rivendell. In 2009 Carter, and his wife Rosalynn, had both their bikes stolen from the Carter Center at Atlanta.

Next up, Presidents Reagan to Obama

Thursday, October 24, 2013

Upcoming: A SpookyKross Weekend

It is the weekend of SpookyKross / Krosstoberfest, my favorite cyclocross event of the year. Everyone will be racing full-bore to add points to their standing in the SoCal Cross Prestige Series, there will be live music, a Little-500 team relay race around the track, Mobbin' Monday will hold a fixed-gear criterium, there will be live music, pumpkin carving contests, spooky movies at night, a bike swap on Sunday, and of course, there is the costume race where anything goes. Come on out and join the bell ringing crowd, hand up a beer or two, heckle until you lose your voice. Come out to support the event partner, the Pomona Valley Bicycle Coalition. It will be a fun couple days. Check the event listing on the SoCal Cross site for all the important info.

Wednesday, October 23, 2013

Shoemaker Canyon Road and the Red Scare

blurred, I know, but I wanted to show the effort someone put into adhering individual small tiles to the tunnel wall. You can't really notice it in this view, but some unfortunate soul spray painted a big HATE on the wall over the tile work. Love wins.

I am destroyed. I weigh ten pounds less than I did at the mornings first downward push of the right pedal. The spinal compression of being hunched in the saddle, for 5.5 nearly non-stop hours, means I am a good inch or two shorter than I was when I rounded the first corner away from home. Words leave my mouth slow and deliberate, each sylable requiring thought. Normal speech is not possible, it requires too much effort. When within a mile of home, both legs began to cramp - top, bottom, front, back, gastrocnemius, soleus, Achilles tendon, m. vastus mediais, m. vastus lateralis, m. sartorius, rectus femoris, bicep femoris, you name it - they were ready to go on system-wide strike. Fortunately, they lasted that long. I could use a word like cooked, burnt, fried, wasted but, destroyed seems more apt right now.

But enough of that nonsense - the most satisfying things in life are those that require the most effort. After riding the East Fork Loop on Tuesday of a couple weeks ago, I stewed in my juices, waiting for the chance to get back up there to add the Shoemaker Canyon out-and-back onto the route. A little bit impetuous, I suppose, but I had this need to get back up there. The sooner, the better. When you branch off the East Fork Road, to start up Shoemaker Canyon you have about two miles of pavement riding in front of you. At the end of that two miles is a parking area and the ubiquitous yellow gate barring the way to any further motor vehicle passage. The next mile and three quarters or so takes you on a mostly hard packed dirt and rock surface. There was one steep, loose section that I walked, or more accurately hobbled up (road cleats), but for the most part, and surprisingly, there is very little loose material on this road so, even on a road bike as I was, it is almost entirely rideable. Three and a half to three and three quarters from the Shoemaker turn-off, you reach the first tunnel. The second tunnel is a relatively short distance beyond, but on this long hot (computer read 90º) day, when I still had to tackle the back side of GMR, I decided enough was enough. I saw the tunnels, and rode to one, that was my goal for the day.

So, what does Shoemaker Canyon Road have to do with the Red Scare? You will notice the date on the first tunnel keystone (obviously more a symbolic keystone than a structural one). The date of the first tunnel is 1961 - right in the middle of the Cold War. The story is that Shoemaker Canyon Road and its two, completed, tunnels were envisioned to serve as an escape route for people of the Los Angeles basin in case of a nuclear attack. Yes this little ribbon of pavement would funnel tens of thousands of vehicles in a matter of hours at best through some of the most rugged canyons of the San Gabriel Mountains. Good plan, yes? No. It must rank up there with backyard bomb shelters and the good old duck and cover that was practiced by students at all the regional schools. Anyway, the difficult terrain, and the heavy expense of attempting to push through that terrain, doomed the project to failure and left us with what we see today. The Road to Nowhere. Incidentally, the infamous Bridge to Nowhere, is a mere minutes crow flight away.

So, what did the Shoemaker Canyon Road extra add to the East Fork Loop? I got an extra 7 miles, and between 900 and 1000 feet more of elevation gain. Beside the physical addition though, and perhaps more significant, is an intangible, a connection to history.

In the Velo course: East Fork Loop I showed these stone retaining walls, built in 1962, from across the canyon.

The forks - East Fork Road along the river, Glendora Mountain Road beginning its rise

Fire denuded mountainsides along the dirt portion of Shoemaker.

The tunnels - the first tunnel is obvious (I hope), but can you spot the second? Follow the closest ridgeline, the one through which the tunnel passes, down. Right over that ridge line and just before you get to those green yuccas on the right, there is a light grey splotch with a black circular speck - that is the top of tunnel #2.

Deep canyons, and the inevitable view of Mt. Baldy rising in the distance.

Entry portal

The length of tunnel #1, partly ribbed, partly exposed stone.

Another interior shot from further in, with flash.

Some small rockslides have made the exit look circular and the ribbing almost make it appear as though I was looking along the spiral rifles of a gun barrel.

Tuesday, October 22, 2013

Cycling Claremont: Pilgrim Place Garden Cafe

Pilgrim Place is a retirement community, located in Claremont, of people whose life work has revolved around religious or charitable non-profit organizations. Many of the people in residence continue along the path of service and outreach that they began following years earlier. Locally, Pilgrim Place may be best known for the annual Pilgrim Place Festival which takes place each November.

Earlier this year I began to notice signs on the streets surrounding Pilgrim Place, at the entrances to the community, calling attention to the Garden Cafe. I have to admit that my only experience with the Cafe is from the yearly Festival. It is basic, good-eating fare, and I find it welcoming to know that if the opportunity arose passers-by, like me, could stop in there during the week for a quiet, relaxed lunch or dinner.

Monday, October 21, 2013

Monday Blues: Don't Fence Me In

Coyote prowls the edges of our city, and unfilled void areas. But I have also seen her dancing with abandon between the oaks' summer shade at the Claremont Colleges. I have seen him running pell mell down busy streets close to home while chased by loud, smoke-belching demons from Hell (cars). I have seen him running up a quiet residential street in the heart of the Village, passing within inches of one another, as I pedaled down the same street.

Then today, this coyote. Searching, hunting for a tasty morsel in the morning light, she blends into the land, favored by nature, reviled by man. I suppose someone driving past could have caught a glimpse of coyote as she roamed the mounds of dirt and rock on the empty lot. Then again, with a speed limit of 45mph (or has it been raised to fifty by now) it is unlikely a drivers' eyes would have made the distinction, separated the slow moving, solitary figure from the grass, the multi-hued soil, the shadows. Sometimes it's not what you see, but what you don't miss, that makes slower, two-wheeled travel better.

I just can't help but think of this:

"Oh, give me land, lots of land under starry skies above
Don't fence me in
Let me ride through the wide open country that I love
Don't fence me in
Let me be by myself in the evenin' breeze
And listen to the murmur of the cottonwood trees
Send me off forever but I ask you please
Don't fence me in

Just turn me loose, let me straddle my old saddle
Undeneath the western skies
On my Cayuse, let me wander over yonder
Till I see the mountains rise...

Don't fence me in..."

I suppose the most iconic versions of this Cole Porter song are the ones by the olde time Hollywood cowboys, such as this one by Roy Rogers, or this one by Gene Autry, but the version by the Killers is more my style. 

Blue: A color, a mood or emotion, a genre of music. Tune in each Monday for another installment of the Blues, with a cycling twist.

Sunday, October 20, 2013

Alvey Augustus Adee, Cyclist of Yesteryear

This dignified-looking gentleman is Alvey Augustus Adee, United States Assistant Secretary of State. He posed in 1914 for photographers Harris & Ewing of Washington D.C. Adee (1842-1924) began his public service career in 1869 and continued until the time of his death at age 81 years. During that time he served as acting Secretary of State on two occasions - first, during the Spanish-American War in 1898, and again during the Boxer Rebellion in 1900. 

Adee rode to his office at the State Department when he was in the capital. Indeed it is reported that he was the only Department official allowed to bring his bicycle into the building. Besides using a bicycle for getting around Washington D.C., Adee was well known for his annual bicycling trips through Europe. These apparently began in the 1890s. Adee took as much as two months leave each spring season, touring between 1500 and 2000 miles on each trip. Most often these tours revolved through France, but he also cycled through Italy, Germany, and the Alps regions. In 1895 he rode through England and Scotland where, it is said, he met future President Woodrow Wilson, who was teaching at Princeton University. Presumably, Wilson was able to find time to join Adee on his tour of the country (for more information on Adee, see An Appreciation of Alvey Adee, by Peter Bridges).

In the photo Adee does look to be an experienced urban cyclist, with his handlebar bag, bike bell, and dynamo-light, he looks ready for most anything. I have to believe those pants are cycling-specific too, the way they fit tight at the ankles. As a cyclo-tourist I imagine him leaning toward the luxury side of the activity, rather than camping out each night, but who knows. His adventures might make some interesting reading but, he apparently and unfortunately, kept no diaries or journals during those tours.

Of course, I could be wrong about that. It has been noted of Mr. Adee  that "he is a nook and corner tourist who penetrates everywhere by means of his trusty bicycle." Adee himself, wrote (in Bassett's Scrap Book magazine) "never have I enjoyed anything so much as the cycle tour which I have been having the past two months ... in France this time. I cycled for 56 days, carrying all the clothes I needed. It was the greatest sort of sport."

Friday, October 18, 2013

Upcoming: Workshop on Transportation & Bicycle Priorities

Two Good Reasons to Head Over to Coates

From the moment of my first blog post, 2 February 2010 I have tried to keep things from becoming too commercial. This has been especially true when it came to advertising "special sale events" at the local bike shops. Yes, the Upcoming Events page often lists rides that are in essence "for profit", the rare product review, C & V features of bikes I see at the Velo, even many of the Cycling Claremont posts, all potentially bring money to someone else. Where I draw the line has always been a bit blurred, so why even bother drawing it at all? I mean, when I post up those things, my intention has always been that in doing so I am simply sharing information that other people might find useful and beneficial.

So, keeping that in mind, you might find the upcoming "Ride Giant Demo Tour" at Coates Cyclery to be of interest. While you are there check out the Genuine Innovations flat repair kit; I had stopped by to pick up a new inflator, but then noticed that for the same price I could get an inflator, (2) Co2 cartridges, (2) tire levers, and some glue-less patches (sorry, leather possibles pouch / saddle bag not included). Check it out quick though, I imagine they will go pretty fast.

Thursday, October 17, 2013

Cycling Claremont: Bike Rack Surprise, CHWP Version

I was finishing up a ride through Marshall Canyon and along the Evey-Palmer to Potato Mountain not long ago when, coming back down through the Claremont Hills Wilderness Park I noticed the new bike racks at the entrance. I don't ride up there as frequently as I once did so I am not sure how long they have been in place, but it is great to see them being used.  Yes, there was only one bike there at the time. But, if you look closely you will notice an additional four u-locks secured to the ovals. Those four locks represent four people who ride to the park frequently enough that they don't want to carry a lock with them each trip. That is some good news. New parking lot not-withstanding, valid reasons to drive in order to walk become fewer all the time. Get on your bikes and ride.


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