The weather turned niceish and coincided with a perfect storm of riding.
We started with a ride to Sonora with a few flats on Thursday night.
In the morning it was time for a South Mnt ride.
Up National and down Viejo to Desert Classic.
Chunky ride, I was pleased with the Pivot 429 rental.
The stairs did Devo in.
Down Viejo for the The Prick.
I took a nice spill on jagged rock on my left ass cheek.
Not a great place for a injury if you're a cyclist.
Devo whipped it good.
Then we rolled to Tucson
Party like it's 1997.
Say it with Spicolli, "You dick!"
In the morning we took our hangovers to the west side of the Catalinas for some 50 Years Trail up to Cherry Tank with some B-lines I've never had the pleasure of riding. Nice stuff.
"You're going to be closer to cholla than you want to be on this trail."
"Why would I want to be closer to cholla than I want to be?"
A spotter is good on douchy lips.
The trip back to the cars was swift and fun.
Those B-lines could use a pair of shears.
Back to Phoenix for rest and up early in the morning for the Tour de Scottsdale.
I was more than happy to pay to run red lights and stop signs for 70 miles at the behest of Scottsdale's finest.
It was windy as hell and a little muggy.
Feeling the last few days of riding I happily lined up at the back.
Shortly after this pic I jumped into a group that was a little to fast for me but got me to
Cave Creek pretty damn fast.
I finished under 4 hours and had a nice massage and stretch at the finish.