Flag to the Canyon

Back in the late 1890s (no, that’s not a typo) members of the Coconino Cycling Club rode the Moqui Stage Route in eight to twelve hours—on singlespeeds

conceived after the whiskey off road
gnome and i plotted and schemed.
ride bikes from just north of flagstaff to the GC.
i did this one last year solo and it did a number on me.
this year wasn't much different.
last year was mud.
this year was a broken seat rail and low water supplies.
a good old fashioned beat down.
83 miles of some of the most scenic stuff in az.

we stayed in the shire














the dinner of champions



















the singles ready to go














yes. yes i have














rally the troops and get yer buzz on



















time to turn them pedals



















dc joined the fray for the 1st bit



















the fray



















watch the peaks disappear



















time to descend into babbit ranch














todd loves horsies












and at about 26 miles in, something bad happened














i heard a "ping". solutions were proposed.
water bottle cages were sacraficed.
fabrication began.
and what was the final solution?
zip ties, duct tape, an allen wrench
and a disproportionate time keeping my ass outta the saddle.
it lasted the next 50 miles














babbit ranch is big



















too many flats






































we made it to the moqui stage stop










the old cistern














g-donk, do you know your helmet is always crooked?






































the water in russel tank has special properties














or maybe it was the smoked oysters



















we filtered enough water to get us to grandview lookout














climbing them stairs after 70+ miles was fun.














donkey plays possum














can't beat having this view on the race back to the cooler














tired and happy














software oriented views
the beatdown is very stealth