One of those rides
you just know you're gonna remember for a while.
This morning James and I braved the cold and the snow (despite the fact the sun was shining, it wasn't much above zero, if at all) and headed out to the Asuke trail for the last ride of 2009. Friday night and Saturday morning saw quite a bit of snow fall, and this was the result where we left the car:
Not much further up it looked like this, with thanks to my model du jour James.
The snow on the gravel road made for interesting climbing, but it was over soon enough, I think the extra concentration needed to stay upright and moving forward meant we didn't notice the hill so much, or something like that. Anyway, at the top before starting down on the singletrack:
The snow was in that oh-so-rare state where it was just deep enough to smooth the bumps, just packed enough to provide grip and just dry enough that it didn't turn to muddy gloop and spray all over us. We were doing a lot of grinning on the way down, it felt like I stopped a hundred times to get photos, of course none of them were in the funnest bits, but here are a few more to give you an idea:
What the photos can't tell you is the almost indescribable joy of being out in the snowy hills on a perfect blue-sky day, having snowflakes flutter down on you out of the trees sparkling all the while in the sunshine, nor the wonderful scrunchy sound bike tyres make on snow, or the half gripping-half drifting descents and corners that make you grin like you were 12 again on your BMX ripping through the bush with your mates....or the fact that you've never felt so alive, and that in the most crowded country in the world you don't see a soul all day...
James finishing - sadly no photo of his grin right after he stopped here - I was too busy grinning with him to take another photo.
Bikes are fun.
This morning James and I braved the cold and the snow (despite the fact the sun was shining, it wasn't much above zero, if at all) and headed out to the Asuke trail for the last ride of 2009. Friday night and Saturday morning saw quite a bit of snow fall, and this was the result where we left the car:
Not much further up it looked like this, with thanks to my model du jour James.
The snow on the gravel road made for interesting climbing, but it was over soon enough, I think the extra concentration needed to stay upright and moving forward meant we didn't notice the hill so much, or something like that. Anyway, at the top before starting down on the singletrack:
The snow was in that oh-so-rare state where it was just deep enough to smooth the bumps, just packed enough to provide grip and just dry enough that it didn't turn to muddy gloop and spray all over us. We were doing a lot of grinning on the way down, it felt like I stopped a hundred times to get photos, of course none of them were in the funnest bits, but here are a few more to give you an idea:
What the photos can't tell you is the almost indescribable joy of being out in the snowy hills on a perfect blue-sky day, having snowflakes flutter down on you out of the trees sparkling all the while in the sunshine, nor the wonderful scrunchy sound bike tyres make on snow, or the half gripping-half drifting descents and corners that make you grin like you were 12 again on your BMX ripping through the bush with your mates....or the fact that you've never felt so alive, and that in the most crowded country in the world you don't see a soul all day...James finishing - sadly no photo of his grin right after he stopped here - I was too busy grinning with him to take another photo.
Bikes are fun.
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