CCCX Fall/Winter DH Raace Series. . . See you there?
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Sunday, November 22, 2009
Saturday, November 7, 2009
Indoor Bike Park
While we pretty much get to ride all year round in Auburn, with it getting darker earlier and the chill starting to set in, life would be so complete in the winter if we had one of these close by . . . Ray's MTB Indoor Park.
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Friday, November 6, 2009
Why We Ride at Night
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We ride at night because we didn’t get a ride in during the day and still need our fix.
We ride at night because we long for the feeling of adventure and isolation.
We ride at night to make tired trails new and to make known trails unknown. Our bike lights are lower than the sun and cast a long shadows on the trail, making “baby heads” look much larger and obscuring our depth perception. It’s surreal and spooky.
We ride at night to explore forbidden trails that belong to hikers and horses.
We ride at night to commune with the moon , the dew , the crisp air, and the rising and turning of the night sky.
We ride at night to have the green, yellow and red sets of eyes staring and piercing the darkness from our left, right and center.
We ride at night to encounter the unseen owl with the flap of his wings, the frantic rustling of the deer in the brush, the coyotes laughing from some nearby ridge and to feel the presence of the cat that creeps ever so close. We ride at night to hear the silence, the frogs and the crickets.
We ride at night because we love our bikes and darkness should be no reason to let them sit dormant.
This piece is really written by Chris Wilcox who used to work for a bike light company. I added a few lines that I thought would make the experience complete.
We ride at night because we long for the feeling of adventure and isolation.
We ride at night to make tired trails new and to make known trails unknown. Our bike lights are lower than the sun and cast a long shadows on the trail, making “baby heads” look much larger and obscuring our depth perception. It’s surreal and spooky.
We ride at night to explore forbidden trails that belong to hikers and horses.
We ride at night to commune with the moon , the dew , the crisp air, and the rising and turning of the night sky.
We ride at night to have the green, yellow and red sets of eyes staring and piercing the darkness from our left, right and center.
We ride at night to encounter the unseen owl with the flap of his wings, the frantic rustling of the deer in the brush, the coyotes laughing from some nearby ridge and to feel the presence of the cat that creeps ever so close. We ride at night to hear the silence, the frogs and the crickets.
We ride at night because we love our bikes and darkness should be no reason to let them sit dormant.
This piece is really written by Chris Wilcox who used to work for a bike light company. I added a few lines that I thought would make the experience complete.
Friday, October 23, 2009
Sunday, October 4, 2009
After driving through the Mojave Desert for a non-bike related trip this weekend, I decided one thing, well, more made a committment to myself -- no matter where I go, I will always bring my bike with me. I can always play hookey the next day if neccessary. I wanted to ride my bike through the desert soooo badly!
kd
Thursday, September 24, 2009
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
Recovery
Things that help one come back from a knee injury:
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- RICE (Rest, Ice, Compression, Elevation - learned that running x-country in H.S.)
- Physical Therapy (including ultrasound and electrical stimulation)
- Yoga (stretching, strengthening and mobility)
- Easy Gym Workouts (get strength back and keep mobility)
- Laughter and Tears
- Suportive Friends and Family
- Easy Road Rides Graduating to Trail Rides
- Accupuncture and Herbs
WaLaa . . . back on the trail!!
kd
Monday, September 21, 2009
Freedom
Sometimes I wonder why I love mountain biking so much -- it can be a lot of work, maintenence and some days, frustrating. Then, a conversation with friends after a great ride one evening reminded me of learning to ride a bike as a child in the foothills of Meadow Vista. There was really not a flat, smooth surface around (apart from a section of road that we had to climb a gravelly hill to get to). I remembered that feeling as a kid, when you had no preconcieved notion of how you were "supposed" to do something, and you would see an area you wanted to ride your bike to and would just take off and go in that direction. There were no trails -- just a lot of rocks, fallen tree branches, and piles of slippery pine needles that you just furrowed through to get to your fort or whatever destination called.
Now we ride trails that have built obstacle as well as natural ones -- but the feeling is the same. Freedom. Freedom because you know that you can just take off in a direction (or master a skill or have as much fun as possible) and just go out and do it. (No quote from Nike intended. Swear!) That is ultimate freedom -- and having that ability is what drives us to work even harder to keep it.
Photo: Livewire, Northstar, Ca
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Photo: Livewire, Northstar, Ca
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Sunday, September 13, 2009
Auburn DH on the Map
Saturday Sept. 12th was the first annual Mammoth Bar DH Race in Auburn, CA and while none of the Girls On the East Side participated (coming back from knee injury for one, special out of town visitors for others, etc.) it was still exciting to be spectating -- and planning our attack for next year's race!
The course, Stonewall to Rocky, is one of this rider's favorite in Auburn -- and I plan on getting more practice on Rocky this coming year, especially after watching a few gnarly crashes that left me sort of nauseated for the poor riders that went down hard -- one being carted away by ambulance with a VISIBLY broken wrist and probably nasty concussion.
We spoke to race officials and found out that one pro female rider, Joanna Petterson, was supposed to be at the World Cup in Schladming, Austria and her and her sponsor chose for her to compete in Auburn's race because the purse was bigger -- she came in with a winning time of 2:52 which is amazing! We don't have all the names or race times yet, but below are photos of some riders that literally went flying past us!








It was great to see pro bike handling skills up close and live in our own back yard. (The crappy camera I used didn't do justice for capturing action shots).
A group of local riders coming down during timed trials (which ended up not being timed due to some kind of mechanical failure to much of the riders' displeasure).
Hanging on, keeping speed, and having keen agility on your bike is key to getting through the aptly named "Rocky" trail.
Most riders chose the clearest line. This rider bounced out of that line and managed to choose another on the fly and impressively stayed with it to a clean finish.
Others were not so lucky.
Some flatted out and got passed. Flats -- the bummer of the mtb race.
Looked like this young rider might not have children one day after he got thrashed around so hard he broke his seat clean off (check out the seat area -- gone!). The male dominated crowd responded as audibly as he did. He limped off the course nearly in tears during trials and came back on his friend's bike to race. Nice job man. (Pretty much confirming that he still will be one).
Remnants of his seat on the side of the trail.
Saturday, September 5, 2009
Monday, August 31, 2009
Good to Be Back(ish)
I have no exciting DH tales to tell -- no new jumps, no big drops, no rock gardens to crush. Just a girl, a bike, and a rolling cross country trail winding along the river. But the excitement inside myself was enormous. Today I rode on the dirt, on a real trail, for the first time in five weeks since I injured my knee (Bla, bla torn meniscus, bone contusions bla, bla, bla, grade II MCL injury).
I slipped out early this morning without telling anyone. I knew my steadfast companions would join me if I asked, just like they had on the two warm up road rides we took in the past weeks, but I didn't want to hold anyone back not knowing how hard I would be able to push myself. Besides, coming back from an injury is an emotional journey as well as a physical one. I knew I could push myself more mentally in the solitude of the trail -- and I did -- and it felt fantastic. It also felt strange trying to resist the auto-pilot urge to launch off a rock or bunny-hop a rut (albeit it's a mild trail) so I set my sites on trying to avoid the obstacles instead of having fun with them.
(Sunshine on my [bike] makes me happy . . . nod to John Denver).
I'm definitely going to need to work on my strength -- cardio and muscular. Climbing some of those hills was tough. I was instructed to not get out of the saddle too much, but you can't sit down when the terrain is steep and the dirt is loose, so after a little standing climbing, a couple times I had to get off and push the bike. I also couldn't pin it too much around some of the corners because the crouched position made me cringe. But all in all, it was a beautiful start!
On my drive out of the canyon I saw Marianne's and Tina's vehicles parked at the trail head of one of our favorite trails we love to rip and a huge smile spread across my face. I'll be joining you ladies soon, is what I thought. I'll be joining you soon!
Thursday, August 27, 2009
"Rogue DH MTB Trails"
Thanks to the contribution of one of our readers, an article that mentioned local trails in Auburn was brought to our attention. While I am in NO way aligned with the activities highlighted in this piece, I have to say I do enjoy the spoils of their illegal activities. I also enjoy the use of the word "rogue," "thrill-seeking mountain bikers," and "pirate trail builders" sprinkled in the article. Maybe we should rename ourselves, Girls on the Rogue Side! HaHa!
(My advice [not that you're asking]: Tread lightly, spread cheer, and give back -- at whatever you're doing. Om.)
kd
Friday, August 21, 2009
Kirstie sighting at the Warped Tour!
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The bike striking knee did allow Kirsitie to join the Warped tour and get back stage passes for 3OH!3 with Hannah. Nice to see you get your mind off your bike, Kirstie. Who's singing to whom here? Give the mic to Hannah. Looking good in your shades, Kirstie. You don't look like you're missing no canyon!
Monday, August 17, 2009
Tina is Smokin
I met Tina a couple of years ago in the canyon. We rode with a big group that got divided into smaller groups and Tina was the other girl in our small group. We headed down the Confluence Trail and I tried to keep up with Tina. She had an amazing line and a confident style that was admirable. The guys were talking about her. I had never seen a girl ride like that. I couldn't keep up, she so smoked me, but I tried and I had fun during the short distance that I could follow her line. At the end of the ride I asked her if she would ride with me when I got a better bike. She gave me her number. A couple of months went by and I got my new bike and I called her. We met by the Confluence and rode up the hill and had fun getting to know each other until we got to the "no talking down hill" single track overlooking the Middle fork of the American River. Tina joked for me to stay on her ass and it's been a joke between us ever since. (I could return to that in another blog entry). She was nice enough to slow down for me so I could ride her line and we did that every couple of days for at least 50 rides until she felt that she had created her "Mini Me". Often we'd switch so I would ride in front of her and she would stay right on my ass and watch what I was doing and let me know what I could improve. Eventually I would ride her line right on her ass and at times we were flying. But then recently I noticed how hard it is to keep up, she's way ahead of me and all I see is her dust cloud. Tina is really good and she undoubtedly got better. Tina is smokin! I don't know if it's the Gym or the boyfriend or a combination of the two. Whatever it is it's working. I'm sure Tina will be smokin in her next race.
Today my daughter took me to the mall for back to school shopping. She had me come with her to the dressing room of a new store called PINK. On the door of the dressing room I read "Tina is smokin"! I'm not kidding, it was engraved by the store design team. You would think I wrote it but I didn't.
Pretty soon Kirstie will be back riding with us and she'll be smokin in no time because she is so mentally ready to ride with us. When she does I should go to the PINK store to add "Kirstie is Smokin". That Nomad bike is really working for her. (In another blog you'll learn how we met Kirstie).
Saturday, August 15, 2009
A Swedish Ride

I'm back from Sweden! It was great to bond with my folks and enjoy their fabulous outdoors. Every day I tried to prioritize bonding with my family and riding my bike around this lake. It's called Lake Siljan and this region is known as the cultural heart of Sweden. It is rich in culinary traditions, art, architecture, music and sports. A highlight for me is bike riding around a smaller part of this lake which is doable because of a long bridge bank called Fornby Banken. I like to ride from our country home down to our village's tiny boat club and then continue along the waterfront. There is a little foot path that goes around the lake but sometimes it's tricky to stay on it with a bike, but I sure try. A big plus for Sweden is a law called "All Mans' Rights" (Allemansrätten in Swedish). It allows us to trespass upon any one's property. Maybe a tenth of the lake is private property and the owners may be sunbathing right by the lake as I ride by on my bike. Everyone seems okay with this. Swedes are proud of All Mans' Rights and take it for granted. I don't miss those "No Trespassing Signs" that are so popular in the U.S. This unique law works in Sweden because it's a big country with 96, 000 lakes and only 9 million people. On my bike ride around the lake I have had some great experiences including lots of skinny dipping, encounters with moose, and one time years ago I saw an owl snatch a rabbit and then struggle with his flight as he tried to take off with his dinner. He dropped down so low that I could hear his wings flap right by my head. Then he gained control of his victim and his flight, and took off across the lake, but he stayed low as the rabbit weighed as much as him. That was an unforgettable visual and I think it is the experience of nature that is the high light of a ride around Lake Siljan. There are no cool jumps or satisfying downhill sections along this path, so when Tina and Kirstie come join me in Sweden we will travel to a bike park for that kind of kick. The lake ride is strenuous enough for an endorphin kick and the scenery is so precious that it induces sweet dreams. DH riding is just becoming popular in Sweden. Many ski areas are grateful that the mountain attracts business during the summer months so they build fun runs for DH enthusiasts. My cousin Anders, offered to lend us a cabin near a great bike park called Kläppen. I imagine we would have a blast on these trails. Here is a video of a fun run and pardon the Swedish!
Friday, August 14, 2009
Big Fat Finger to Knee Injuries
Arrrgghh. I haven't blown dirt out of my nose in weeks!
I haven't escaped. I haven't been captivated by the sound of dirt tearing underneath my tires. I haven't felt my heart beat blood through every vein in my body. I haven't been so single minded that all other thoughts are crowded out except for the trail and my bike.
Instead, I have a constant nagging pain in my knee and the glare of life without my bike. . . (not for too much longer I hope! Then I will come back with more focus and determination to be faster in the corners and get more heighth to clear bigger jumps!).
kd
Saturday, August 8, 2009
Friday, July 31, 2009
SUPER Delicious


The Super D up at Northstar last weekend was more than I had hoped it would be. It was tougher . . . and it was a bigger kick than what I anticipated. As with most things there was a favorite and a least favorite part; and the least favorite was the Le Mans start (or as Americans like to spell it 'Lemans.' Le Mans is actually the name of a city in France that was known for it's motoracing and the first French Grand Prix. The "Le Mans start" takes its name from the way racers lined up across the street from their cars and ran across the street and jumped into their cars to begin). Not being the same sport, the two should not share the same lame start.
Now on to my favorite part; which was the long, twisting, obstacle-ridden descent that gave the rider a good 16-25 minute challenge, time depending on your class. It was no boring firebreak trail that I had seen in videos of other Super D races. Along with some peddling (not too much) it was scenic, it was rocky, it was thick powdery dirt and it was FUN!
kd
Tina Wilson - 2nd Place Women's Open Class
Kirstie Douglass - 3rd Place Women's Open Class
She's Got A Bike
Friday, July 17, 2009
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