Fall Ride
By: Jay Bartlett Published on: 02/11/2024My wheels whir across the fallen leaves that are still full of color from their autumnal parade: yellows, reds, oranges, and greens both below and above me. The leaves still attached to their limbs in the trees flutter and shimmer in the cool breeze.
The Good Old Days?
By: Jay Bartlett Published on: 02/09/2024I’m rocketing down twisting singletrack through pine trees, some wider than I am tall, needles brushing the ends of my handlebars. I’m hoping to keep from going too deep into those needles through the turns, knowing full well that...
Riding on the Wind
By: Jay Bartlett Published on: 01/07/2024A gusting, forty-mile an hour wind swept up through Kershaw-Ryan State Park. Its only escape from the box canyon was up and over the 700-foot cliffs that the Redemption Trail runs atop—close to the edge. And there I was, riding...
To Trainer or Not to Trainer
By: Jay Bartlett Published on: 01/03/2024I’m a huge advocate for just plain getting outside. There really aren’t many things I would rather do than jump on my mountain bike and ride some sweet trails in the desert or the woods. Breathing in the fresh air, hearing the quietness of not being in the city, catching sight of the local flora. fauna, and funky rock formations—it's just hard to beat getting “out there.”
