Echo, Oregon

Posted in Cthulhu, Dirt, Travel

Echo, Oregon. A small town that opens it’s arms once a year to the first mountain bike race of the season. The third annual Echo Red to Red was held and saw 435 racers showed up to race. Matt and I raced the long course and enjoyed every mile of it.

We showed up Friday night to a full campsite tending to a nice fire and made some new friends. The next morning we woke up to perfect weather.

At eleven, when the race started the weather was perfect. It stayed that way till shortly after it ended and the heavens opened up a couple times. Luckily I made it back to camp in time to set up the pop-tent before it got too nasty.

Soon after the rain stopped we were treated with a full on double rainbow that lasted for at least twenty minutes. Not soon after, Shane brought us a keg and the locals followed. The rest of the night turned into a blur which I thankfully emerged from unscathed.

Sunday morning wasn’t as easy for some folks, but we managed to get a ride in before heading home.

The river trail and climb up the bluff was a great way to end a weekend. Next year will be even better.

 

Back into the frey

Posted in Booze, Cthulhu, Dirt, Other, Pavement, Travel

After a good portion of time away from the computer I had to return. Money was running out and I started getting antsy. We’ve been back for a couple weeks now and life is busier than ever. But I’m not complaining, far from it. I’m just using it as an excuse for watching Law and Order reruns.

But since we’ve been back from Hawaii, I’ve been riding quite a bit. Weekly team rides, the regular commute, and finally some good racing. Last weekend the Dalles Mountain 60 happened and it was wonderful. I left Portland just before 7 and made it to The Dalles just in time to roll out. The race started from a coffee shop called Holstein’s around 9. Shortly after crossing The Columbia we started climbing up Dalles Mountain Rd shrouded in fog. The fog was thick enough to obscure anything past twenty feet, making the climb rather surreal. And then, just as we crested the top, we broke out of the fog into glorious sunshine. The descent was a tricky, muddy mess, which negotiated at high speeds was a real thrill. Finally out of the mud, the gravel kept dropping and at one point I glanced down to see 34mph on the computer, I was hauling balls. And then things started slowing down.

The route took us east to Hwy 97 where we dropped for about 1/4 mile before crossing the highway to take the old Maryhill Loops Rd. Tight hairpin turns on smooth tarmac made for a great descent.

Soon after we dropped back to the river and crossed over back into Oregon. A quick stop for a can of coke got me headed back towards The Dalles. The route back took us on Old Moody Rd which seems steeper every time I ride it, but eventually it leveled out. Five of us cruised back into town together fighting a headwind the rest of the way.

At that point I think most people headed home.

I decided to camp out and made my way to Deschutes State Park. It’s a nice place, and during the winter it’s practically empty. I found a good spot and made a nice fire. In the morning I woke up, made some breakfast and headed down the old rail-trail. About 6 miles in I stopped, enjoyed a nice beer, and watched a hawk fish from the river. It was slightly surreal, and although I had intended to ride the entire 16 miles in, decided to head home instead. It was a great trip, the race being the highlight.

A simple camp

Pinchpoint

New Ink

All of the photos from this trip can be seen here.

Looking forward to Echo Red to Red this weekend! More great racing and camping is always welcome.

 

Green Sands

Posted in Dirt, Travel

The furthest southern point in the United States. Epic.

 

PAU.

Posted in Other, Travel

Sitting on the beach. Totally pau right now.


 

Prelude

Posted in Pavement


Saturday was bluebird skies. Today would get there, but the morning commute was full of fog. Almost to the office, this is just east of Rocky Butte. I should really find a good route to work with a stop at the top.

Tomorrow I’m headed out for a long ride. One more before I leave for a nice island vacation. At least twenty miles of gravel tomorrow. W00t!

 

Boat farm wine

Posted in Booze, Travel


Cases that sell for three hundred dollars yours for thirty if you fill and cork your own bottles. We bought three.

 

Meet your maker

Posted in Other, Travel

Go Means Go – Meet Your Maker video series #1. from Matthew on Vimeo.

Cory makes wonderful bags for carrying lots of stuff around. I use mine for commuting, vacationing, and once a while ago, for working. Not only does he make bags, he also makes hip pouches, hair-nets(from time to time), top-tube pads, and of course coozies.

Hit him up, and tell him Milky sent you.

 

What a new year

Posted in Booze, Other

This year it’s all about the good brakes. Thanks Byron!


 

Quiznos Pro Challenge should remove Vail as a host city.

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No justice for vulnerable road users.

If you read this site you probably already know about this. I would imagine you’re also pissed that this shit is allowed to continue.

Quiznos Pro Challenge should be removing Vail Colorado as the host city for the time trial. The people of Vail might be alright, but they elected corrupt people.

 

Arbitrary goals and whatnot

Posted in Booze, Cthulhu, Dirt, Pavement, Travel

Rapha Festive 500

A friend of mine used to write a lot about arbitrary goals. It’s important to be motivated, and lately I’ve been a little overwhelmed with my current work situation. Spending a lot of time at a keyboard pushing pixels around can have a negative impact if it’s not matched up with regular riding. Add in the holidays and the chamois cream and there’s hardly any time for personal reflection/arbitrary riding.

But then Rapha comes out and throws down a gauntlet of sorts. I haven’t quite figured out how I’m going to document this, but I’ve got a computer and a digital camera. So they’re probably going to receive a large number of photos documenting the odometer and large cans of beer.

500km is just over 310 miles. In one week. I normally put in around 150 miles a week, so this is basically doubling the load. Seems like a good challenge. And if success comes around I might just get a sweet little patch to show off.

Rapha 500k Patch

Rapha 500k Patch

 

Cream of the Gods

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I haven’t mentioned much about this on Velograph because I wanted to wait until it was really happening.

I started making chamois cream earlier this year and have developed a pretty rad recipe. I’ve tested it on 100+ mile gravel races in the heat of the Oregon desert, on 30 degree muddy cross races, and on 13 mile commutes to work.

If chamois cream is your kind of thing, you might want to check it out for yourself. If you live in Portland I offer delivery by bike.

creamofthegods.com

4oz containers

Both the black and white containers are 4oz by volume / 8oz by weight

 

It may not be an epic journey, but there’s dirt in them thar hills

Posted in Booze, Cthulhu, Dirt, Pavement

Anyone who knows me knows at least one thing. I like dirt. The kind full of the good bacteria that keeps me well balanced. Some people garden, I choose to ride trails. Living in Portland that can be a tall order if you don’t feel like driving. There aren’t a whole lot of trails in the city limits, but with some imagination and a couple hours, there are trails to be had.

I live in SE Portland so my usual haunt is Powell Butte. Again, this isn’t to say that the conditions are epic, but when you need just a little bit of dirt, it’s a good place to ride. In the last two months however I’ve found myself on the ground thanks to slick leaves and too much tire pressure. I generally only carry a co2 cartridge so I keep my pressure fairly high for the Springwater out-n-back. Riding home on 40lbs of skinny knobs is not how I like to roll. (Pun intended)

So the other day while working from home I fired up the google maps and started looking for parks nearby. I found a place in the SW hills that I had all but forgotten about. I used to read meters in this particular neighborhood and had only ventured into the park about 100 feet. Well last Thursday I saddled up and set out to explore the area.

It’s not a large place, but it’s fairly close to a couple other natural area/parks so I figured I could link up some dirt and make a good couple of hours out of it.

This park is about 7 acres in total with about two to three miles of trails, and it’s open to bikes. Well, I should say that there were no signs forbidding bikes, and the people walking in the forest were kind and friendly. I was laying down the only treads, and although it wasn’t a high speed kind of place, there was just enough shimmy going on to keep me happy.

In the SE corner of the area there is a hidden bit of trail that winds under a small tree tunnel before emptying out into a root filled short climb. This may be the only technically challenging spot in the area, but it was good nonetheless.

Tree Tunnel

Tree Tunnel

Roots everywhere

Roots everywhere

After a couple laps, I headed to the next park. This was a much more developed area, with wide paths for the most part. Marshall Park does have a couple narrow, steep, switchback areas though. The day that I chose to ride was a bit wet so the hikers were few and far between, which suits me just fine. One of the more difficult sets of switchbacks started from a crossing of Tryon Creek which was pretty cool in and of itself.

Alongside Tryon Creek in Marshall Park

Alongside Tryon Creek in Marshall Park

A dirt ride is never complete without a nice break at the top of a climb.

Rainy days keep the hikers away

Rainy days keep the hikers away

Marshall Park doesn’t have much in the way of trails. Tryon Creek State Park just around the corner is off limits to bikes, with the exception of paved paths. So running a couple loops in Marshall Park can be fun.

Headed back to Tryon Creek

Headed back to Tryon Creek

This is not destination riding, but with some creativity and free time it could be worked into a long cross-town ride. I’m working out a good network of off road paths/trails around the city in order to create a long training ride for next years long gravel races. Stay tuned for more dirt gravel reports.

 

More pie please

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Bar ends are the only way to go

Bar ends are the only way to go

Before the temperatures dropped into the twenties we had a couple nice days. By nice I mean slightly rainy and cloudy. Recently I’ve been riding out at Powell Butte due to it’s relative closeness to my house. I enjoy Forest Park for the mileage it contains, but I can be on the dirt in less that 30 minutes if I choose Powell.

The trails are usually empty, and when there are other people out there, they’re friendly. During the winter there are signs saying that the trails are closed when they’re muddy, but thanks to the trails being under cover, the mud is minimal. Riding at Powell Butte when it’s wet is one of the best times to be out there.

West side, headed south

West side, headed south

West side, headed north to the open field

West side, headed north to the open field

This is not a trail for bikes. Whoops.

This is not a trail for bikes. Whoops.

 

All you gotta do is show up.

Posted in Booze, Cthulhu, Dirt, Pavement

It was supposed to rain all day. It’s Oregon in November and that sentence usually holds true. And in this case it rained most of the day. As of Sunday I was still fighting off a cold, and decided to spectate Sunday’s cross race. After watching some football, I picked Case up and we headed west. A couple high rollers over here, we arrived just in time for Matt to register and for me to get my shoes muddy. A couple free donuts here (thanks Switchblades), some free coffee over here, and a couple tall cans over there. Around that time, people I know and call friends started trudging through the off camber mud section right next to our tent. Ride it? Run it? Most definitely run it. Every person who ran that section made up time, and those who rode it often times found themselves face down in the mud. Joel had an epic endo, that resulted in a mud-face, but I didn’t catch it.

New PDW goggles? Check.

You Look Mahvelous!

You Look Mahvelous!

Ride it? Run it? Ride it!

Ride it? Run it? Ride it!

Brujo: Team Captain, Chief Heckler

Brujo: Team Captain, Chief Heckler

A's get smoke in the lungs

A's get smoke in the lungs

The grail. Now with cyclocross themed decal!

Never leave your grail unattended.

Never leave your grail unattended.

 

Protected by Cthulhu

Posted in Cthulhu, Pavement

Protect me Cthulhu!

Protect me Cthulhu!