The great David Wooderson was mostly right when he said, “The older you get, the more rules they are going to try and get you to follow. You just gotta keep on livin', man. L-I-V-I-N.” What Wooderson forgot to add was that the older you get, the more likely your riding buddies will have other responsibilities, thus complicating your 24-Hours of Moab team plans.
But we are men of action, so we didn’t let anything prevent us from livin’ it up anyway. Instead of racing, Jeff Stanners, Woody Woodruff, and I ventured to St. George, Utah where we planted temporary roots in a condo courtesy of Stanners’ cousin. From the comfort of our spacious two-bedroom, two-bath, two-story accommodations, we staged three days of mountain biking on southern Utah’s best mesa trails. It was awesome. There were no lemans starts. There were no long lines at the porta-potties. There were no middle of the night wake-up calls to go ride a lap. There were no rules to follow. Just miles and miles of sweet singletrack.
But we are men of action, so we didn’t let anything prevent us from livin’ it up anyway. Instead of racing, Jeff Stanners, Woody Woodruff, and I ventured to St. George, Utah where we planted temporary roots in a condo courtesy of Stanners’ cousin. From the comfort of our spacious two-bedroom, two-bath, two-story accommodations, we staged three days of mountain biking on southern Utah’s best mesa trails. It was awesome. There were no lemans starts. There were no long lines at the porta-potties. There were no middle of the night wake-up calls to go ride a lap. There were no rules to follow. Just miles and miles of sweet singletrack.
Gooseberry Mesa.
Top of the Zen Trail.
Taking a break on Rim Runner.
A squishy saturday around St. George.
