east coast
pour some sugar on me
The Norba’s 2nd stop of the year was at Sugar Mountain, North Carolina. So much for roots, mud or singletrack. This ski hill course was a suffer-y 35 minute jeep road climb followed by a 5 minute steep newly cut single track descent. I should have packed my road bike.
My supplier and good friend, Suzanne, showed up for the short track in white shorts - gasp! While the commentators gave us the thumbs up, they explained to the men, please don’t try this at home. After another ice bath in the stream, Nina, Shannon and I packed the cars, packed Nick, picked up Katerina and headed to mfa’s house in Chapel Hill. The entourage ordered pizza, ate homemade chocolate chip cookies and watched my Mavs obliterate Barney and the Heat.
K-Bomb charges to a record setting 10th short track win
You girls are crazy!
Giggly girls, early alarms, airport deliveries, a lot of coffee, a local ride with neighbor Brig, a lil shopping, freshly polished pink nails, dopie soapies, hanging with Glitter and Drew, and a dinner celebration for Lynnie. Happy Birthday!
Krickee and Lynnie near the Lucky something, something, something in Durham, NC
here comes the rain again
TeeRich and I drove through the rolling green mountains of Vermont and were greeted with heavy rains as we turned the corner into Mount Snow. I expected nothing less. Since we kept The Daves up at Sugar, the chicks made camp in one room and kept the living room free for Dance Party.
the traveling circus gets ready for Round 3 - first class Luna Style
In the mornings we slept in, ate two breakfasts with two coffees and in the afternoon it was ride time. We all had smiles and mud on our faces as we picked our climbing lines through the muddy roots and rocks and tested our descending skills on epic east coast singletrack. Fun stuff ‘til race day then it was pure pain and in my case, pure survival.
The course took many victims including Lea who will now have to swing from 1 arm off Bakers Bridge. I fought through the ever present devil on my shoulder and got through it thanks to the never ending support and cheers from spectators lining the course, the crews of photographers, racers, feed and tech-zoners and the sun-up to sun-down percussion section.
Dave in Payne - put it in the big ring Babe!
This ain't no LSM driver - Nina races to the airport
RG sends me a pretty pic I've titled: Oxygen Poisoning – get me to the west coast!
The Norba’s 2nd stop of the year was at Sugar Mountain, North Carolina. So much for roots, mud or singletrack. This ski hill course was a suffer-y 35 minute jeep road climb followed by a 5 minute steep newly cut single track descent. I should have packed my road bike.
My supplier and good friend, Suzanne, showed up for the short track in white shorts - gasp! While the commentators gave us the thumbs up, they explained to the men, please don’t try this at home. After another ice bath in the stream, Nina, Shannon and I packed the cars, packed Nick, picked up Katerina and headed to mfa’s house in Chapel Hill. The entourage ordered pizza, ate homemade chocolate chip cookies and watched my Mavs obliterate Barney and the Heat.
K-Bomb charges to a record setting 10th short track win
You girls are crazy!
Giggly girls, early alarms, airport deliveries, a lot of coffee, a local ride with neighbor Brig, a lil shopping, freshly polished pink nails, dopie soapies, hanging with Glitter and Drew, and a dinner celebration for Lynnie. Happy Birthday!
Krickee and Lynnie near the Lucky something, something, something in Durham, NC
here comes the rain again
TeeRich and I drove through the rolling green mountains of Vermont and were greeted with heavy rains as we turned the corner into Mount Snow. I expected nothing less. Since we kept The Daves up at Sugar, the chicks made camp in one room and kept the living room free for Dance Party.
the traveling circus gets ready for Round 3 - first class Luna Style
In the mornings we slept in, ate two breakfasts with two coffees and in the afternoon it was ride time. We all had smiles and mud on our faces as we picked our climbing lines through the muddy roots and rocks and tested our descending skills on epic east coast singletrack. Fun stuff ‘til race day then it was pure pain and in my case, pure survival.
The course took many victims including Lea who will now have to swing from 1 arm off Bakers Bridge. I fought through the ever present devil on my shoulder and got through it thanks to the never ending support and cheers from spectators lining the course, the crews of photographers, racers, feed and tech-zoners and the sun-up to sun-down percussion section.
Dave in Payne - put it in the big ring Babe!
This ain't no LSM driver - Nina races to the airport
RG sends me a pretty pic I've titled: Oxygen Poisoning – get me to the west coast!
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