The fat tire bike movement is alive and well with the Bubbas in the Woods, with Nate showing up today with a sparkling new Trek Farley, and the price was right.
It was a group of seven today at Bubba church, six of us riding fat- when we finished, it was 20° out, with a steady wind chill.
Nelson had to hike-a-bike to his truck early on after his compression fork blew a seal and all the oil in his fork ran out. Before he left, his bike looked like cartoon vehicle, with a layer of crispy crown leaves encircling the perimeter of his wheels as the protruding sheet metal screw tips skewered those leaves against the rubber.
Buck’s 45North rear tire suffered a couple of tears, and his tubeless set up required a tube to keep him moving. A cold day to have a mess of white goop to deal with.
There was a great deal of water out on this segment of the Georges Highland Path today.
Here’s Rigger and Nate fashioning a makeshift foot bridge to get us across a flowage that had no other way around.
I rode pretty well today. I thought I might have neglected to bring enough food, but my friend Amy Barnett’s two home made cookies got me through 4 hours and 10 miles of hard going today. I’ve been experimenting with the type and amount of food that I take along with me of my rides and hikes. I find i really don’t need too much to keep going right now.
One thing that did not work out so well today was me staying dry. I was alone, at one point, moving pretty well and following Andre, churning my way over the hummocks and splashing the flowages , and came to a large rock protruding over a small stream with a black hole of water between me and the other side. I decide to push across, except the front wheel dropped into the water so deep that it jammed against the bottom and I went right over the handlebars into the black wet. The bike ended up on top of me and my whole lower body was soaked, with the water making it’s way deep into my boots, and it completely filled my pogies ( cordura handlebar covers). I took off my boots, dumped the water out of them, wrung out my socks and soldiered on.
The combo of the constant water and deeply cold temp wreaked havoc on our drive trains. Chains were seizing up, front derailers would not budge, and the water was refreezing so frequently on the pedals that clipping in was difficult, if not at times impossible. Here is a shot of a rim encased in muddy ice.
Check out the mini glacier above the front derailer.
I am hoping to get another Bog ride in Tuesday night, but now it looks like there will be a storm again- more rain.