A Single Track Mind

This season I have put the road bike aside and have saddled up on my mountain bike, day in and day out. Bottom line is this, train on what you are going to race, a tip that I have put into practice from mentor T. Brown. Besides, nothing beats the roadies reactions when you pull up to your local group ride wearing muddy shoes and a camelbak while rolling on 30 psi.



If you are looking to step it up even further, pull to the line with blood dripping into your socks.... And hang!





Talk about skillz, try taking photos of your training partners while they are being attacked by dogs. This kind of business happens all the time on the farm roads of the Midwest but here in the mountains it is like a holiday when you get chased by a dog.



Speaking of roadies, I tried talking sense into Tommy D but he wasn't feeling it. Hearing the tales from the trenches is fascinating, especially when it's coming from someone who is really a mountain biker deep down beneath those layers of aerodynamic lycra. Back in the day, we were just a bunch a grommets piling into a 15 passenger van..... Today he is the great white hope.



Our team's massage therapist, Andrew Bettinger, is showing off the his view from on top of the 403 trail in Crested Butte. If this isn't inspiration to get out and explore this weekend than I don't know what is...