Vail pass tour to epic All Mountain ride

After a day of DH all we wanted to do was chill. Stibe hooked us up with a shuttle up to Vail pass where we could take the paved bike path down for twenty miles.Perfect manual practice with a view.After checkin the scene in the village it was back to the house to regroup and then ride a little all mountain.We werent sure if we should go out because it was lookin like rain and there was thunder but we went anyway. We shuttled up to the drop point and the the sky opened. We were gauging the storm distance by the "flash then count til the thunder hits" method, and were only able to count, one onethousa...SCRACKABOOM.We decided to press on and luckily we made it.Not sure if it was mud on my shorts or poo from being scared.I guess it was mud cuz my ass had puckered shut.Beers were in order after making it back home for the awesome cleanup pressurewasher job.

Townies in Vail

After bustin some caps we headed to the Vail gondola on our townies to cath the free show and have a beer or twelve.On the way home, feeling invincible, our DH mindset couldnt be contained.

Flynn decided he might like road biking after whizzing around the village buzzin tourists while Jamas took a step back in time to when he was seven.

Monarch

Stibe met us down in Salida for a sick all mtn ride and came correct with a treasure map fresh from Mick Hannah and Cole Bangert saying to not do the crest trail.Lurking a few valleys over is the gnar.Six miles up and 16 down full of fast bouldery ass puckering fun.We all had a few close calls but came away healthy.Took almost four hours for the whole thing.Sick.

Mark Flynn was able to meet up with us as well.Having some technical difficulty due to the sketch rocks or perhaps a substandard rental pedal, we were able to pool resources and fix a stubborn time atac pedal leaving Mark to have to finish a bitch of a DH with an allen wrench and zipties holding his pedal together.Props to Mark for staying on pace with his foot attached to a death peg of which he could barely clip in or out of.

On the way to Vail we had to stop and bust a cap or two at the Sand Track.

Then on to Friday afternoon club atop Vail for a band and some beer.