Snapped a quick picture of the odometer in Salida after gassing up.
I had to backtrack over Monarch Pass and didn’t take pictures of the second pass. I guess it was because I started with the mindset I was going to make 1,000 miles in one day, I felt I just had to GO GO GO. Continue reading
The next day it was finally time for CHICKFEST! The most super awesome women’s dirt bike riding event of the year!
They had me design the t-shirts this time. š Continue reading
Gunnison Canyon is surrounded by a vast and beautiful recreation area.
Let’s kick this entry off with a nice landscape photo.
Last summer I was fortunate to have time to ride some incredible places. A bit down into Mexico, up into Canada, down the gorgeous Pacific coast and back home.
(Here are some links to highlights of that trip)
One of these days I’ll make it East of the Rockies, but the Southwest has a lot to offer so I was happy to return for further exploration. Only having about a month, I packed up my SV650 and blazed up the interstate at the crack of dawn.
His name is Binky. Continue reading
Sorry for the extreme delay in updating! Finals week kind of knocked me for a loop and then I went to Central America for a month. 
I’m back now though with much more free time!
Soooooo at last DSDD Part 2!
Riders gathering in the morning for a ride lead by Mountain Dog to Jackson Cabin.
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I had wanted to ride dirt down to Dragoon on Thursday, but school obligations kept me late, so I trailered down with Alan instead. I had a quick beer before the bar closed up and called it a night.
Went for a little walk in the morning. I love the crazy rocks out there.
The neighbors. Continue reading
Last weekend a bunch of riders came down from Phoenix to ride with the Tucson crew. On Saturday they did Charouleau Gap, a ride I hope to do at some point this year, but I’m still pretty intimidated by.
I mean look at it:
I had been wanting to re-ride Sibley Mansion ever since my first attempt ended with a bang. Riding old trails you once found very challenging, can really put in perspective how far you’ve come. My “Death in the Desert” re-ride was a great example, but while I hoped it would be laughably easy this time around, Sibley was still putting butterflies in my stomach.
James and I met Allyn at a gas station in Tucson, with plans to meet a new to the area rider, Jay, up in Mammoth.
We got on the bikes to head North, Allyn kicked it into first and his bike made a terrible grinding sound and the chain flopped right off! He was trying to figure out why he wasn’t going anywhere, so I tapped his shoulder and pointed at the bike of his bike.
Somehow the sprocket had sheared all but one bolt and mostly removed itself from the bike. Luckily the chain was unbroken, so Allyn borrowed the Zeb to get new bolts and get us on our merry way. Continue reading
I don’t know what to say about the PCH that hasn’t already been said. The road winds along the cliff edge so perfectly. The views are so entrancing it’s hard to make yourself stop and take pictures, most of the time you just ride along with your mouth dropped open, mystified by the sheer beauty of it all.
The Zeb with the ocean and a field of wildflowers
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