I haven’t, but there are many (like Andrew Carnizzle and some of my Sobe peeps (Nina and Becca)) who are currently admitting a thick coating of dust into their lungs at a rate of a play on Broadway full of people in NYC. The folks racing the 24 Hours of Moab right now have front row seats to some epic, unforgiving wind. With a constant wind of 30-40 mph and gusts up to about 70 mph, conditions are less than ideal. Couple that with blowing dirt so dominant that it covers everything in a matter of seconds and you have a “fun” day.
You know you’re in a bike friendly town when hotels advertise a “bike wash.”
Jeff and I were working for part of the day until we were literally hanging from the top of the Ergon tent to keep it from blowing away. Several 10 x 20 tents had been lifted off the ground and blown away, so we were very nervous. Lots of cool kats were excited to check out the Ergon product. In fact, we were installing grips on the spot. “Do you want to take your old grips with you?” They would reply, “nah! I won’t be needing them anymore.” That’s right! We are going to head back in the morning when our eyes and the rest of our crevices won’t be caked with dirt.
Wahh. I don’t wike the wind!
Yesterday after the drive, Jeff and I tackled Amasa-Back trail. It’s definitely a different style of riding from Colorado singletrack. 🙂
Taking it all in.
Dude… it’s like, the desert.