So I spent my weekend absolutely neglecting my lawn in lieu of playing dirtbag mountain biker (I think I made the right choice). 17 miles and 5400' of climbing (which also means 5400' of
descent fun time), all within a stones throw of my front door.
The above ‘53 Chevy is a couple hundred feet of elevation below the nearest road, and the woods between the two are so thick I have no clue how the car even made it this far down.
I also had an interesting experience with a gumball sized rock. Somehow, on a chossy, loose descent, the aforementioned rock managed to wedge itself into my front derailleur.
It was above the chain on the small ring, but when I tried to shift it would block the chain from stepping up onto the large ring, resulting in an uncomfortable noise. Unfortunately, this wasn’t discovered until I accelerated on to the 100 feet of paved road I need to ride to get to another trailhead (not a good time to find out you don’t have your tall gears). A bit of ginger prying (and forceful bashing) with the biggest allen key on my multi tool, and the big ring was ready to join the party again.
Hope everyone had a good weekend prioritizing fun over mundane.