the road that goes out to the white mesa isn’t a road…it’s a test. a test of your cars shocks, a test of your bike rack, a test of your fillings. “…maybe if you speed up, you’ll skate across the washboard?” i asked.
…bra-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-bum-bum-bum-bump bump…nope. “that’s one bumpy-ass road.”
at last we arrive @ the white mesa mtb trails parking lot. i shouldn’t feel this way…shaken and rattled, until after riding my rigid, off-road whip. as we climb out of warm cars and step into the frigid winds, all thoughts are on forgotten layers. hours later, forgotten layers are still in my thoughts…this time, the fossil strewn, geologic layers of aeons immemorial. these are surely some of the most scenic trails that i’ve ridden to date.
if you like the mtb, these trails are the sweetness. 20 miles ne of bernalillo.
Word on the street is theres an alley cat this month. Any details? Day/time…?
heard, i have not. what do you know?