Syllamo Thanksgiving #5

Our final day of riding was another easy one- an out & back on the “easy” part of the yellow trail with a lap of the red trail in the middle. Aside from Ryan taking a spill when he handlebar-hooked a vine, it was a pretty laid back ride. The weather was finally trying to be sunny, so the scenery was excellent.

Once we were back, I cleaned up and started with the real highlight of the day (week?)- Thanksgiving dinner. The night before, I’d brined a turkey and prepped the dressing and mashed potatoes, so everything was set for an amazing dinner. Did it turn out just right? Check out the photos and see for yourself…


This concludes the Thanksgiving series of what’s probably the most uneventful trip to Syllamo I’ve had in a while. I’m looking forward to better weather on my next trip… whenever that may be. With prep for worlds heating up, I’m looking at a busy training schedule focused more on bringing the CX pain than negotiating rocks and trail for hours on end.

Syllamo Thanksgiving #4

Wednesday’s ride was a short one. I had a momentary lapse of judgment and suggested that we take the Blue trail down to the highway. I remembered about halfway down that the 6 inches of rain we’d received in the previous two days had backed up into the White River and surrounding creeks- including Livingston Creek, which the trail crosses three separate times.

Matt and Bruce rode ahead of Ryan and me, and, sure enough, when we reached the bottom, Matt and Bruce were wandering around looking at the quickly flowing, waist-high water. We decided to climb back up to Green Mountain Road and back to the Green Trail for a lap of nice rockiness. Afterward, it was back to the cabin to prep for Thursday’s Thanksgiving Dinner. And work on the puzzle.


Obligatory Green Trail Overlook photo:

Syllamo Thanksgiving #3

Yes, I realize I’m sorely behind on posting about my 5 days riding in Arkansas, but you have to understand, Ryan and I were heavily involved with both riding our bikes and completing a 1000 piece puzzle. Priorities, man.


The night prior to our 3rd day riding saw downpours that brought 2-3 inches of rain to the area. So, more forest road riding was in order. Ever since this post well over a year ago, I’ve been itching to get back to Barkshed Camp to ride out of the camp on Barkshed Road, which (if you’re not the link-clicking type) I’d previously attempted but failed when I found the road blocked with a multitude of trees and brambles.

Luckily, this time, I had more daylight and the encouragement of Ryan and Matt. We found that much of the deadfall that had covered the trail before was now cut, and, though we granny geared and walked a little in the brambled spots, within half a mile, we popped out at a forest road gate that kept traffic off only that short section of trail. So, after sharing a ziploc bag of gummy bears, we traversed the the remaining 8 miles of Barkshed Rd. on nice, rolling, gravel.

The forest road eventually dumped us onto Push Mountain road. It’s a nice, low traffic (surprisingly rare for that area) road with a good shoulder. We followed it up to a gravel county road that led us back into the forest. Along the way, we saw two very large pigs as well as a forest ranger who stopped to ask (in a very polite, roundabout way), what in the spandex-clad hell we were doing out there.

Somewhere along the way, Matt bonked and yelled at his bike when the front derailleur stopped working. Luckily, at that point, we were only half an hour or so from Gunner Pool Camp, where we’d parked the car.

Random Caption Contest:

(All I can think of is this Wayne’s World skit: )

Some others:



Syllamo Thanksgiving #2

The weather on Monday was a little bit dismal. The rain stopped early in the day, but clouds and fog hung around all day. Bruce decided that he’d hold down the couch while Ryan and I hit up the Ozark forest roads.

We parked on Green Mountain Road and began climbing. Earlier, I’d picked the route based on Google Earth maps. I’d found a “road” that looked like a nice overlook trail- It’s nice to have Ryan here to ride with me so I can get off the usual trails & roads and explore some of the ATV trails that rarely see traffic.

The trail we found was doubletrack ATV path that was either straight up or straight down. The steepness of the trails and the layer of wet leaves over the rocks and downed limbs made even the granniest-gear of climb or descent incredibly difficult. I’m looking forward to visiting it again without the thick cloudcover that was keeping us from enjoying the view.

We noticed countless numbers of ATV and horse trails along the forest roads. Since I don’t have a map to them, I’m not willing to explore them by myself. So, I’m planning on finding out from the forest service if there is a map available. They make great/challenging alternate routes when the weather saturates the mountain bike trails.

Good workout today. We basically hammered for 2.5 hours. Followup? Recovery pizza at Tommy’s Famous in Mountain View

Syllamo Thanksgiving #1

Yesterday’s ride was somewhat abbreviated. Ryan, Bruce, and I took to the orange trail. It had rained earlier, so it was a good choice because of its relative lack of rocks. This was also the RDO’s first time out at Syllamo, and if I recall correctly, the first time I’d ridden gears on these trails since breaking a derailleur on the Air9 Scandium more than a year ago (and subsequently swore off gears on that trail forever).

The initial descent was a blast, and I decided I’d use the short climbs on the trail to do a little interval training and see how the new bike would perform. In the middle of the first interval, BAM! Stick to the rear derailleur. My shifting was immediately rough, but still somewhat functional. I finished the interval, rode back to meet with Ryan and Bruce, then kicked it up again for the next climb.

Ryan followed me up until we reached a stretch of open, bald, wet rocks. I knew they’d be periodically slick, but decided that today I’d take my chances and hammer across. I made it mostly through until I hit one last off-camber spot. My bike shot out from under me, but somehow I managed to catch myself and keep from falling by grabbing a nearby cedar sapling. My bike landed squarely on the right side, rendering the derailleur slightly less functional than before. Once I was at the top, I decided I’d swap hangers (I’d brought two spares). Unfortunately, the new hanger, though it fit the frame fine, was very slightly different than the old one, and the derailleur was horribly mal-adjusted. The amount of sand and crap in the drivetrain was making adjustments tedious, and Bruce, who had fallen chest-first onto a rock early in the ride, suggested we call it a day.

So, we bailed off on the forest road and coasted down to the car. Luckily, once everything was clean, lubed, and re-adjusted, the shifting was fine. Crisis averted, for now. I’m incredibly happy that Matt will arrive with my singlespeed Monday night, so the geared bike only needs to make it through one more day of riding.

PS- The RDO is still awesome. Even if it does have that silly “gear” thing.

Morning Mud

Earlier in the week, I was scheduled for a tough interval workout. For whatever reason (mostly leftover fatigue- both mental and physical), I decided to blow off the intervals and hit the trail for a mountain bike ride.

There was a deluge of rain approaching on the radar, and, even though it wasn’t very close to my area yet, the air was heavy, and small drops were spitting from the clouds within the first few minutes of my ride. When I passed the trailhead, the parking lot was empty. On the trail, the rain had not yet breached the tree cover, so the ground was dry.

The trail is a pretty popular spot for morning  joggers and the occasional mountain bike rider, but today, I was alone. The sound of the rain on the trees over my head and the solitude of being the only person in the woods was absolutely sublime. Something about railing through the empty woods on a singlespeed gives you time to reflect and clear your head.

As the rain quickened, the leaves on the trail started to get wet and slick, and, through the magic of good timing, I made it off the trail just as the ground started to become saturated. The ride back home on the gravel roads through the north side of the park was equally as awesome…

The Road Not Taken

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

Outdoors, Inc. MidSouth Cyclocross Championship

As I mentioned in my previous post, I was somewhat nervous going into this race. I’d had a slightly fatiguing training week, and I was unsure of my ability to defend “home turf” against the women who could potentially show up from out-of-town. However, following suit to most of the other races I’ve been to this season, the women’s field (6 of us) was somewhat small (partially due to the schedule conflict that pulled a few Nashville women north to the USGP race in Louisville, KY).

We lined up behind the group of “B” race men- cat 4s and beginner masters racers- and started a minute behind the group. I decided to take the initiative and dive into the wind head-first. I wasn’t sure how the other women would react, but it made for a good photo…


It took a lap or two to work through the slowest of the male traffic, but I eventually put a sizable gap between me and the other women. The next few laps, I had the pleasure of both bleeding out of my eyes and hearing all of my coworkers/friends cheering me on. Sponsorship gold, Jerry…

(notice worlds most badass armwarmers in that shot)

Hopefully, some more, awesome photos will surface soon.

The Epic

Tuesday afternoon, I received a text from coworker Kenny “Captain Sandals” Charles telling me to skip out on the afternoon and come ride the Epic that evening. I wasn’t sure- it’d been a while since I’d ridden at night, and I’d never ridden the Epic trails before. The trails have a “reputation” of being tough to navigate, and they run through bum villages and bad neighborhoods along the Wolf River/I-40 corridor. They’re also hangouts for rednecks on ATVs and 4x4s who drink and ride in the mud. So, since I usually ride alone, for personal safety reasons, I have never ridden the Epic Trails.

However, I was called to work the next day (normally my day off), and I got the thumbs up from Coach, so I bailed and went home to charge the lights. I packed up the RDO and met with the guys at a house a few miles from the trails. We rolled out, and, in a few minutes, were dropping in to a rough and rutted 4×4 trail.

These trails have a reputation for being difficult. It’s rumored that some of the mudholes could swallow a bike to the handlebars, and those mudholes are separated by a ribbon of raised berm that you must commit to and navigate in order to avoid the drink. I found that I have no problem (possibly even an affinity for?) following a tiny slab of dry dirt between mudholes- something that I was somewhat surprised by considering my problems with raised, narrow bridges. I guess it’s a heights thing. I think the other thing that gets people is that you basically have to quickly pick and commit to lines then be able to react quickly to unexpected features in the trail. It’s very much like racing on an unfamiliar trail… something I’ve grown somewhat used to.

We rode for nearly an hour and a half before turning back towards home (there was a chance of bad weather that would be rather unpleasant to be caught out in, so we thought better of trying to ride all the way downtown). Overall, the trail was a blast (even though I didn’t find it as “difficult” as the rumors say), the company was great, and I was home in time to cook dinner.

Our route:

Not all piss and vinegar

The Outdoors, Inc Cyclocross race is less than a week away now, and my nerves are already twitching. This race last year, I was in poor cyclocross shape- there was time off following the end of the endurance season followed by the start of low intensity base training. I was soundly thrashed by both Heather Ladd and Kat Williams. It was painful to get beaten so hard with all of my peers watching… I wished during the entire race that a giant mutant catfish would emerge from the the Mississippi River and swallow me whole.

This year is very different… at least along the lines of my own skills and fitness. It’s not different in that I still have the same insecurities about getting my ass kicked in front of all of my friends and co-workers. I’m not sure who all will show up- there’s bound to be an Arkansas contingent, but the Nashville gals (including Kat and others who are strong and fiercely competitive) are unknowns since many racers from Nashville will be going north to the USGP race in Louisville.

This is one of those races where I feel like I need to live up to expectations, and I’m nervous about the possibility that I can’t do so. The good part? It’ll make me race like my life depends on it… or wish for the imaginary catfish to swallow me and take me out to sea.


Gearhead CX Race Report

Since this post is largely about trying to beat guys in races, Fred, who commented on my previous post, should probably stop reading now.

Race #1 was against the women and cat 4 men. There were 3 other women and a handful of guys. First place was $200 (woohoo!), and I was planning on doubling up and jumping into the men’s open race just after the women’s, so my strategy going in was similar to McEwen- race hard enough to win the women’s race, and leave the guys alone. It started out like that, but within a couple of laps, I was gaining ground on the leader of the cat 4 race. I eventually passed him, and, of course, he chased, so I had to bust ass to stay away. Winning. Wait… Winning? Shit.

I tried my best to cool down a little without getting totally relaxed. I grabbed a gel and some water and kept rolling around until people started to line up.

Race #2: The payout was 10 deep, and 12 of us lined up. The goal was twofold- get money, and fu… uh… race hard. The start was great- I jumped into the course ahead of a couple of the slowest racers but behind the guys that I wasn’t sure of whether or not I’d pass. In the next few laps, I chased several of them down. For a while, I was alone between the 5 leaders and the ones behind me. I realized that I was pulling Larry Yancey (Mr. Honeybadger himself) back. It took a minute, but I eventually passed him in the box of turns just after the first barrier. The last three laps was hell. I felt every pedal stoke from the first race, but managed to hold off all of the guys that I’d passed and finish in 5th place.

Bounty for the day… (thanks Gearhead for such an awesome race/payout!)


Today, I suffered and, for the first time in a while, felt fast. It was both painful and liberating at the same time. A mile-marker on my road to Worlds…