They say you cannot teach an old dog new tricks. But you sure can learn from an old dog.
Bueller and I went for a ride at Rampart a few weeks ago. I asked him how he handles the whoops so well. He gave me a few tips and walla! I can hit the whoops faster than I have ever been able to. No, I am not fast.
This past weekend I went back to Rampart...alone, and rode at my own pace. I took a wrong turn and ended up at trail 649 and Jackson Creek road. Yea, I started at the top of Rampart, the top of 690. I took 677 back to 676. Oh yea, I ripped up 676 A.K.A. Devil's Slide. On 675 and 674, I was practicing the whoops there. You know the ones, those deep ones, with the loose gravel.
Back at my car, my bike's trip meter showed I rode 48 miles. I felt tired, but great. Not too bad in 4.5 hours. The main thing here is, I had a great time, achieved goals, and made it home with out needing surgery.
Thanks Bueller, for the tips.