we own the night
October 23, 2008
Whenever I night ride, I feel like I’m getting away with something. Everybody else is home, watching The Biggest Loser, or Dancing With the Stars, or Charles In Charge, and I’m out riding singletrack and feeling like Luke Skywalker as he rides those floating motorcycles through the Ewok jungle.
Seriously, night riding good singletrack is like playing a great video game. Except, you are REALLY playing. And crashing. And bleeding.
Last night we got more than 15 guys out (what, women don’t night ride? I dunno, I just send out the invite and show up, I don’t recruit) to ride Corner Canyon in Draper. Up lower cc, up the stone steps, up new Ghost, over to the saddle, up again to Jacobs, down, and back up to saddle and down Clarks, with some nice twisties at the bottom.
Ya follow? Doesn’t matter, unless you’ve ridden it, doesn’t matter anyway.
Oh, and it was cold. Below 40 degrees at the start. I even wrapped my feet in Saran Wrap, and by the end, I felt like I’d been skiing on a cold day.
Trails were ridden, crashes were, er, crashed, and joy was experienced.
Night riding pics are hard. I took Maddy’s camera, and I don’t know how to turn off the flash, and at night, the flash makes it so a cool snaking group of 15 riders with lights turns into one guy in a lightning strike. Oh well.
Prepping at the car:
Regrouping at the top of Ghost. Mark (in pink) started at a different trailhead, and somehow crossed like 10 crisscrossing trails he’d never been on to catch us on Ghost. I guess he just went toward the light.
I wanted a picture of Bill Friedman in this post. Is it bad that it’s a picture of him peeing? I think he thought he was safe in the dark.
Chuck is the next Kenny. He didn’t hit a tree this night, but it’s really inevitable. Beanies provide a lot of warmth, less protection. Does he look scared?
See? Kenny wears a helmet now. And is that Bill in the background, peeing again?
I swear, like 15 guys are coming right at me:
And there they go:
And I bring up the rear. It’s nice to get a flat at night when you’re riding sweep. When it’s 33 degrees (my water bottle froze). On a trail known to be frequented by the Chupacabra.
Good times. Good times.