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
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.
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