If you dont like tacos then just get the F* out...

Seriously,

They're awesome. Tacos, speaking in generalities, are the single most greatest thing humankind has ever created. The wheel? Written language? Steve Spurrier?

Nope.

Tacos or get the F* out.

Welcome back to the week and Banjo Living as well. Hope you'nzes weekend was full of radness on an inter-dimensional level... and tacos. Plenty of tacos.

Life here in Ashevilletown was pretty swell these last few days. Since I posted last, a fair amount of funtimes in the mountains occurred. Not too much craziness but enough to come sliding into the work week worn out and feeling like a rusty bikecycle chain.

Friday:

Rain.

45° and stupid outside. Cant ride, could hike, might fish...

I had a date at our wonderful United States Postal Service office to get my Passport for future international traveling that has yet to be planned. As of now K.A.W and myself have only planned to travel as far as our maple infused neighbors to the North... Canada. Heading to that place sometime in July for some good ole American ass kicking! Not really, were backpacking, but If some Canadian gets uppity rest assured they'll get a little taste of Lynyrd and Skynyrd! (thats what I call my fists, but not really). After getting my monthly dose of bureaucracy I headed home to Greenview to plan the day. After moseying around outside the house trying to figure out what to do, the shitty weather prevailed and I turned on Netflix and vegged out for a few hours.

Soon enough, K.A.W came home and we headed out into the fog-rain to get some food. Long story short we found good eatin' at Rocky's Hot Chicken Shack and since your all dying to know... I ordered fried chicken on texas toast covered in bacon and melted pimento cheez... yeah, let that sink into your brain for a sec. Of course my choice of side was fried okra because I'm a southerner and by God I cant, not, eat fried okra when its within ten yards of me. Its physically impossible.

the tomato makes it healthy...

After stuffing our faces with fried pimento cheez and etc. I got a call from M.I. crooked letter crooked letter Judd that there was some hell raisin' country music going down just a short piece from our home. K.A.W and I headed on over to cut a rug and drink cheap beer while Junto played some Waylon and Willy, The Hag, and some Grateful Dead for good measure... The beer flowed easily and pretty soon things got kinda weird...

Saturday:

We woke to a phone call from K.A.W's cousin, who informed us that the baby that had been growing inside of her for the past 9 months was ready to enter the world. So in accordance to pre-agreed to terms, we were honored to take care of their four-legged child... a three year old Jack Russel Terrier named Maurice. Pretty soon after we get a call from K.A.W's other cousin, and sister of mom-to-be, letting us know that she was coming in to surprise soon-to-be mom and asked if we could babysit her little one, who is a human child... Sure why not.

So now we have a new dog and a baby. Saturday escalated quickly...

Not to worry though. The baby, me, K.A.W and the rest of the lot set out for a pleasant stroll on the MST. All involved seemed to enjoy themselves...

Afterward, the baby was reunited with her mother, and K.A.W and I were reunited with some Bent Creek gravel roads. We were both due for some one on one time and so we biked up and rolled out to Bent Creek to cruise the gravel roads for a bit. It was super nice outside and we pretty much had the place to ourselves. After only riding ten miles or so we headed home for some beers and relaxing....

Sunday:

K.A.W had a full day of volunteering at the Asheville Marathon and I had plans to shred some more gravel. Short Travel Nate and I had planned to do the same route I had done two Fridays earlier. He was due for some long miles, especially since he will be joining me in the PMBAR fun in just a few short weeks. I told him that I really had no goal for the race except beating him and his partner, Zink aka beast mode from San Diego.

Nate was worried that his lack of riding over the winter would make for bad times, and coming off a 10k Saturday, that his legs would be shot, No worries. We took it fairly easy and got in a good 35 miler in the heart of God'scountryUSA aka Pisgah. I was very surprised how easily the climbing felt in comparison to the last time I had ridden this route. No marshmallow mud and fresh legs were the difference. 35 miles and close to 5000 feet of climbing should have destroyed me, but it didnt.

I feel like I am well on my way toward fun race times come May if I can maintain it... hopefully.

gravels!

"The cutting of trees does not degrade a watershed"...
 Hmmmm....

This dog fell madly in love with Nate and they have decided to elope... Congrats you guys!

If you dont know where this goes.....

That was about it folks.

Good weekend spent L.I.V.I.N... I can feel the warmth in the air, the maples are budding, and I know sunny days are ahead...

Hope your week is awesome and goes quickly. Catch ya'll next time.

Party on.

What in the hey....

And once again light has pierced the cold darkness of winter and the world is awash in the glowing effervescent rays of golden sun....

In other words its light outside much later than it has been.

We have come to the end of another week here in the Life of Banjo. Ashevilletown has been under constant threat of trail-destroying rain and outside radness has been limited. Not much going on this week other than a few rides and a few beers and sitting in anticipation of the weekend to be. Not sure what K.A.W has planned for us other than some fine forest fun and sun. Hopefully we can dodge the precipiation because a weekend spent inside doing grow up, responsible things sounds awful. We have been delaying some minor house improvements here at Greenview Manor and rain = Banjo must stay home and complete aforementioned chores...

No beuno.

Otherwise it looks swell. K.A.W is working the Asheville Marathon on Sunday so I know I'll be getting out for some sort of adventure for sure. Plans are TBD...

This past Monday I went out on my first annual day lit parkway road ride of 2015. It wasn't much to brag about but it was pretty tops riding a road bike, after work, in the daylight, in a National Park 1000 yards from my house. Can't complain about that too much, Hopefully these weekly road rides will help to expedite my fitness goals and get me closer toward fun mountaincycle racing in a few short weeks. If nothing else its good for the soul to get out and cruise around one of America's greatest roads...

Roads? Where we're going, we don't need roads...

Yesterday it was much too nice to just sit around Greenview so The Bear and I tooled it on up to some trails down the road a-ways. Since Thelma Lou was out of commission with a shot drive train form last weekends Squirrel Epic attempt, I rode Charlene Darling. Its been a hot minute or two since I threw a leg over a full suspension, all mountain shred sled.

trails down the road a-way's...

The bear is nonplussed by the change of daylight hours...

It took a little getting used to the weight but after a while I straightened out. The trails I rode are a mix of square edged rocks, fast and smooth, and sketchy off camber roots. Perfect trail for getting prepped for step three in my K.O.P series of hating life on a bikecycle this summer...




The Pisgah Enduro.

Signed up to race both days in faraway, exotic, and beautiful Old Fort, NC. I decided to race in the Expert Class because... I dunno. Go big or Go home. Its just me but I'd rather get Dead F'n Last in Expert than finish mid-pack in Sport Class. Knowing that I'm racing against folks much faster than me usually makes me step my game up and hopefully lead to good riding. Most importantly I'm going to have a kick-ass time, with kick-ass folks, and drink some beers while I'm at it.


Well that's it folks,

Hope you and your'ns have a killer weekend and for the love of Daylight Savings Time get outside and do something with your life!

Make the most of it because you never know when this ride ends...

Party On.

Saving the Day....light

Hello one and all, and all and that guy, and his buddy too for good measure...

Glad you could make it to this here blog today to read about my life. Why you continue to read about what I do is a mystery... Are you an evil lizard monster bent on world domination so you are studying human emotions to trick us all into trusting you when once you have gained our trust you will shoot lasers out of your eyes and smite us all?

It would be awfully convenient if this were true.... lizard.

Well lizard(s) I'm stoked you could make it and hopefully your goals and aspirations of laser eyes and world conquering are delayed for at least a short time while you read this.

Lets do it.

Friday:

*warning: The following contains high levels of "bike leaning on things" pictures...

Finally after what has seemed like an eternity of cold, wet, cold, sad, wet and so on we had a sunny warm(ish) day. I sat around Greenview Manor debating my options. Fish? Hike? Pabst? hmmmm. I decided that with seven or so weeks until the kickoff of King o' Pisgah I best to be getting on a bikecycle and see what was left of my dignity...and endurance. I had forgotten my gnarcrossgravelcycle at work so I tooled it on over and picker her up. Since I was already on the Pisgah side of town I decided that a good ole' fashioned "punisher" was due. A "punisher" is a ride where by you atone for all the bad fitness-sucking activities of the past winter season. Too much good beer, pimento cheez sammiches, and pies had to all be burned away and my fitness would rise like a pheonix from their ashes... Hence "punish", and this one would prove to be more than I bargained for.

I parked at N. Mills Rec. Area and proceeded up FR 1206 to see where the gravel would take me. It was immediately obvious in the first few miles that this would be an especially difficult ride. Due to the freeze/thaw on the road and the recent rain the gravel was extra smushy and I was leaving a tire trail a 1/4 inch deep the entire way up the road. "Surely once I get into "the meat" of Pisgah" I thought,  "it will firm up and not make it feel like Im riding on marshmallows" (which in real life would be freaking awesome!!). Nope...

into the wilds of Pisgah

leaving a solid rut...

I made it the entire 11 miles down FR 1206, slogging it out in the marshmallows. It had been a long time since I traveled the entire length of 1206 by bike. There is much more climbing than I remember. Also it was beautimus and not a soul to be seen. The depths of Pisgah seemed extra welcoming in the late winter sun and even though I was already hurting it was fantastic to be out.in.it. I finally made it to highway 276 and headed down the pavement. Cruising past the Cradle of Forestry I began to formulate step 2 of my ride. I hung a left onto FR 477 and back onto gravel. What 1206 had in marshmallow, 477 added a little peanut butter. It was super soft and at times pretty tough making the hills without spinning out. Heart rate max, lungs heaving, and legs aching up the first few miles of road... Punishment

down to Beer or more gravel? hmmm

Soon enough I hit Club Gap and grabbed the drops for the screaming descent down to Avery Creek. The descent was a mix of frozen road hooking up like Velcro with my Nano 40c's, slamming into corners of peanut mud threatening to put me over the shoulder and down 40ft. into the forest. super sketchy, slippery, and fast.

gnar.

familiar faces...

All that awesome was to be in vain because the route I chose now had me going up Clawhammer road. Four miles and a touch over 1000ft of elevation gain. This was going to hurt and I knew it. My gnargravelcrossbike has ok gearing for most climbs here in Pisgah but with tired legs and a steady 5-7% grade, 36x28 was a big gear to turn up the hill. Thankfully I brought my headphones and Pantera helped me fight off the demons and kept my stoke level high grinding up Claw. Sooner than I though but much, much slower than I wanted too, I finally made the gap. Cliche' picture taken and It was down Buckhorn Gap toward South Mills River and into some real "trail".

pics or it didnt happen

ok at this point the quantity of "bikes leaning on things" is getting excessive...

Buckhorn into South Mills on a CX bike is without question one of the funnest things I have ever done. The big Nano 40c's let me monster truck it up and over rocks, logs, and down the mellow descent into the wilds of the forest. It was smooth enough to rip but technical enough (for a CX bike) to keep the pucker factor high. I have ridden this trail countless times but never on a drop bar gravel bike and it was awesome. Something about riding that bike, that deep in Pisgah, solo, was pretty cool.

Pretty soon it was back onto 1206 and my legs were feeling ok. I grinded out that last little bit of climbing up past Laurel Mountain and onto the two mile descent back into N. Mills, civilization, and beer. 

It was a good day.

Saturday:

I woke to two stumps attached to the lower half of my body. My legs were shot and sore beyond belief. All that mucky, marshmallow gravel put a hurting on me and I need some mellow mountain vibes to set me right. Thankfully K.A.W was itching to get out in to the forest so we loaded food and beer in the packs and headed into the hills. After last weeks snow-death-hike with Mike P., K.A.W and I decided to tackle the other side of the road and head into Shining Rock Wilderness for some R&R. We started up Flat Laurel Creek and within five minutes of entering the forest my legs and my mind were already feeling stellar. We strolled easily along the trail talking and taking in the warm, early winter Pisgah sun.

Flat Laurel Creek is one of our favorite short backpacking routes. Being in the presence of so many good memories we started planning the coming season's adventures. Soon enough we made the Sam's Knob intersection and, of course needing to climb a 6,000ft mountain, we started up.

Once on the summit it was peace, picnic, and Pabst for a good long while.

We had plans that night to see some rad 80's music cover group called The Breakfast Club so we cut out before nightfall and headed back to Ashevilletown. We'll be back soon though...

mountain trails are there to be followed...

Sam's Knob

its hard to stay away from that place.

The concert was pretty nuts and I totally should have dressed for the occasion. Ralph Macchio, Olivia Newton John, Boy George, Niki Sixx, and all your favorite 80's icons were there in the crowd jamming to Foreigner, Eddie Money, Duran Duran, and all the other music that sucked during the 90's but is now popular again for some reason? Next time we go I think I will channel my inner John Hughes and gear up right...

maybe try this look...

 

or this...

Either way they played some good tunes and generally Rocked the Casbah.

Sunday:

Burton.

He came up to chill and get a little rad in the forest on mountain bikecycles. Neither one of us felt like we were ready to go for PMBAR coming in a few short weeks and we needed saddle time on the trail. The plan of attack was to head to Turkey Pen, ride up Squirrel Gap toward something and then ride something else and so on and so forth until we were tired. Hopefully in the neighborhood of 30 miles +/-.

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We were cruising up Squirrel when my derailleur started skipping and making a ruckus so we stopped just shy of Horse Cove. Upon further inspection It was discovered that my cassette was in imminent danger of going to shit due to the three middle cogs coming loose from one another. No bueno. We sat there a moment deciding what to do. Risk it or ride out. Well that decision was easy because I took one pedal stroke and the cogs sheered from the housing and crippled my cassette.

no bueno...

 At least I had the largest three cogs to ride in... So it was an easy spin back to Turkey Pen and then downtown AVL for Charlotte beers in Asheville and fried green/pimento cheese sandwiches.

radimus...

Good times with good people. 

A weekend well spent by my count. I feel much better prepared for King o' Pisgah after doing a long(ish) ride and finally getting back onto some legit Pisgah singletrack. We have longer days now and this means post work riding in the light of day like the good Lord intended...

Hope you lizard monsters all had a great weekend as well...

Party on,