Ohhhh Hey

Man I am bad at this blogging thing. I always forget that I have one. Well lets get up to speed. I raced in Puerto Rico and that was a wicked good time guy. I got on the podium the first weekend and got some much needed UCI points. The course was super cool, really short but fun. All the singletrack was nice and technical and really tight. You had to have your Jedi skills set on high to negotiate the trails at race pace. This was the first race I was a bit weary having 700cm bars on but it worked out. The best part of the trip was the motel we stayed at. It was gnarly. In Puerto Rico a hotel is where you go on vacation and a motel is where you go to take you mistress or "girlfriend". Each room had a garage access to get into the place so you could go in discretely. All the rooms were paid for in 8hr segments fully equiped with Liberators and sex chairs, yes sex chairs, full wall to ceiling mirrors and for the lucky ones stripper poles.


The next weekend didn't go to smoothly, I definitely overtrained a bit that week and had a piss poor race placing in 9th but still in the points. The coolest thing about the races in Puerto Rico are that they have spectators....What? There are tons of people out there watching the races, you actually feel like you are somebody at those races. After the races they have autograph signings and theres always groups of people wanting to get a picture with you.




Fast forward to Sea Otter, normally a shit show of a weekend but this year it was a bit better. I did the Super D or more commonly known as the downhill fire road race. I got the holeshot from the gun but I figured it would be better to sit on someones wheel since the race was a drafting/tuck race. So I decided that sitting on Manuel Fumich was a good idea considering he is a top 5 world cupper. In the end the race turned out pretty well but I was outgeared by 4 dudes who had 44-11s or even better 44-11s on a 29er. My little 40t wasn't big enough for the finish do I rolled in for a 5th. The XC on the otherhand was pretty shitty per usual. This year they made the pro course super lame. I can remember a specific point in the race where I said to myself "I wish we were doing the old course" I would have never thought in a thousand years I would say that but that's how shitty the course was.

Monday after the race I started the drive back home to Durango. About 4 hrs into the dirve I decided it would be a good idea to do a little ride so I found a sweet trail in Auburn, CA. The trail was pretty sick and flowy with some fun jumps. This was all good and fun until I hit the last jump and whammy. I hit the deck hard, the landing on the jump was washed out by rain and replaced with a 2ft deep and wide ditch. So my front wheel stopped dead in the ditch and I went over the bars at like 25 mphs I tried to tuck and roll but I landed square on the back of my shoulder and separated my AC joint. Soooooooo now I am nursing this damn this back and I have been able to hit the trails again after a full week of 1 armed trainer riding and another week of road riding. I can;t jump or wheelie yet but I can at least hit the dirt again.

Next on the schedule are the 3 Canada Cups up in Quebexico. I am flying out on wed the 12th and I will be back east until the 7th, yup a lot of back east time. The best part of this back east trip will be that I can finally hit up the Domnarski farm root 66 race on the 6th. I have never done the race and I have heard so many good things about the race.

Later,
Adam

Some times you feel like a nut

Man this mtb season is in full swing and I am not ready for it. Bonelli was an eye opener, as soon as the gun went off I was handed a silver platter with my ass on it. Apparently skiing a ton and riding off and on during the winter doesn't make for a fast Adam. Good thing I have a big block of races ahead of me to race into some form.

Bonelli was definitely a good training race, I don't think I have ever raced a more anaerobic mtb race in my life. Then racing a STXC and Supah D/TT the next day. I got some good high end training in. One complaint from the racing this weekend was the fact that the Super D was not a Super D it was a all out TT with 50ft more descending then climbing and the descending was weak sauce.

Anywho I am back in D-town getting some training in wuff some real nice weather nothing like what I will be in in 2 days. Puerto Rico looks like it's gonna be a hot one and some good racing, I am pumped.

Heres a good photo of Treefarm and I hangin out before the supah D good times. I think he is twice the size of me.


I'm out I gots to pack,
Adam

First race yeah! yeah! no! no!

So for some dumb ass reason I decided it would be a good idea to race in CALI yo this weekend. I guess it wasn't a complete poop face idea considering there is still re-donkulouse amounts of snow in Durango and the fact that I was able to rip up Sedona for a day. Speaking of Sedona that place rips, I want to move there and meet it's parents and start a family. I love Sedona. The trails that is not the actual town, not much is really going on down there but that doesn't really matter cause the trails are so sweet.

Enough about Sedona, on to the race and the epic drive down there. The drive down was a long one complete with sweet car crashes consisting of squished pick up trucks and other cars strewn across the highway, and tons of singing along to Miley Cyrus and Akon. I never normally listen to that type of music but for some reason I turn into a 16 year old girl when I am on road trips and I sing "Party in the USA" to the top of my lungs along with my CO-Pilot Chad who also enjoys a good Miley jam sesh. Since he is the Co-Pilot hes the DJ. I want to see a video of us driving someday. Back to the story at hand we made it to Phoenix, our first stop. We met up with one of his athletes (Matt) that he coaches and stayed at his house for a 2 nights before we made the epic journey to San Diego. We took Matt's car to San Diego all I am gonna say is that he has an XB or the X box we like to call it and that thing sucks for road trips. The speed O lies it took us like 8 hrs to get to San diego when in theory it should take 5.5 hrs at most. Once we got to Saint Diego it was dumping rain I thought we were going to have to convert the X box into an Ark. So we didn't get a preride in awww shucks. It's better that way because if I rode the course before I raced it I don't think I would have lined up the next day.

I don't know why everyone in Cali says this course is awesome because it is a super lame road race on mtbs. I started off slow like usual and pretty much stayed that way to the finish. It's the first race of the year so I was expecting that to happen but not really to that level of suckynessnesses. In the end I finished up in 6th a whopping 8 minutes back on Sid. I needs to start training so I don't embarass myself or the east coast too much.



The drive back went by a little quicker, the X box was running strong and it took us just 7 hrs to get back to Phoenix. One thing that made the trip go by faster was the stop at In N Out. I love that place I don't eat much fast food but whenever I am in Cali I have to stop there. We got back to Matt's at a reasonable hr so I could get som ZZZZZZzs in for the drive back to Durango on Monday. The drive back to Durango was good Chad and I took a different route then we normally take and it was only about 6.5 hrs back to Durango giving us enough time to stop at RGPS before the closed.

This week should go by fast. I am only in Durango for 2 days before I get to do another big drive to St. George on thurs for the Team Jamis band camp before we do the first real race of the season at Bonelli.

alright I need to go ride,
Adam

Real MTBing

Burn lines….Finally. My skin hasn’t seen the light of day since October, at best. I am psyched I finally made it out of the Durango winter tundra in the search of a mtb dirt shredding weekend and found ourselves in…Phoenix, AZ.

I know weird.



Phoenix is not normally an mtb destination but when you got a free place to stay, I have to say its trails beat Sedona (and Snowbird prices). When I first rolled into Phoenix I went to the only place that I know of in Phoenix McDowell park where I have raced about 4 times so I figured I could shred some singletrack and be in the sun for a few hours. I always forget how fun it is riding there at the park probably because it is totally different from what I would normally ride anywhere else in the country.


After doing a few laps of the course and finding new trails I haven’t hit before I called it a day and headed to the house. I originally had planned on getting in some base miles going pretty easy but theres something about your first ride in the sun that makes you go crazy and kick your own ass. I ended up doing those 2 laps within 3 minutes of my lap times from the last year I raced there….ouch. Needless to say I was a bit tuckered that night.

The next day I got some info on a different trail system that was “really close” to where I was staying, I always forget when I am not in Durango really close means a 30min drive through the city. Did I mention it was 75 degrees there? heck yea! So I rolled out bright and early at 1 after a long sea level coma sleep and shredded some new to me singletrack which is always a good time. After about 4 hrs of destroying singletrack in 70 degree weather and only 2 bottles I was pooped. A refueling stop of gatorade and chocolate milk at a gas station and I was feeling ready to partake on a big “Paysta” feed that night and a few beers I went back into that lovely coma state.

Sunday I ended up waking up a lot earlier so I could ride a little longer and have some part of the day to do something but after a talent scouting mission at starbucks I ended up only leaving an hr. early then the day before. In the end I was able to still get about 4 hrs of singletrack shredding in short sleeves once again. That night the good folks I was staying with had a little get together with a big feast and a lot of beer so I partook on the festivities and made it a little longer night then planned but good times were had by all.

SHRED

The next day I paid a bit for that late night and was a little hurt up for the drive back. The drive back was a quite one not much singing along with Miley Cyrus or Alisha Keyes on that drive back. Mainly due to the fact that we were leaving warm weather and going back to the tundra. It felt like I was 7 and I was in the family car leaving Disney land in the distance on my way back home and back to school.

Now that I am back in Durango it is cold cloudy and I am sick sooooooo Yippie.

Later,
Adam

awwwwwwww Girl

My weiner and me did a sick ski day today. We started it off with a 1.5 hr skin up the backside of coal bank pass close to the base of Engineer. There was this huge cliff line up at the top with a couple of small ones on the way down. The drop in was a pretty big huck I think the biggest one My Weiner and I have ever hucked. Once we landed it was a sick wide open bowl of pure hot nasty speed to the next few hucks. On the smaller cliffs we threw a few 540s and a nice laid out back flip off the last set. All in all it was a sick day and one Wicked good rippa'h.

Here are some photos but I don't think they do much justice so you'll have to take my word for it.

The skin up, first tracks



ME, BAM, Bad Ass



The line down, about half way down. See that cliff in the middle at the top yeah thats the one.




Late Bitches

Ohhhh weird

This site looks like a bag of skittles.

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yeah that's right. big post. coors light.