Call me crazy, but I don't see this as a positive thing for mountain bikers or the environment.
Governors would have to petition the federal government to block road-building in remote areas of national forests under a Bush administration proposal to boost logging.
Environmentalists say the proposed rule change, outlined this week in the Federal Register, would signal the end of the so-called roadless rule, which blocks road construction in nearly one-third of national forests as a way to prevent logging and other commercial activity in backcountry woods.
Sometimes you read a quote and you just shake your head and wonder what someone was thinking. Sometimes the quotes are out of context but other times its pretty hard to misconstrue what the speaker is saying. Last week, on some quest for cycling info on this vast electronic resource known as the Internet, I stumbled across the following quote that made me laugh out loud in it's absurdity.
Beakley was born in Phoenix, grew up on the East Coast, and returned to the Valley in 1985. He became an avid mountain biker, and a rather good one.
"The thing about riding in Arizona," he says, "is that it builds character. Back East when you fall, you land in leaves. Big deal. Here the consequences are so great - if you fall you're going to get cut up, or break something. Consequently, Arizonans tend to be excellent riders."
The man speaking is Paul Beakley, author of Mountain Bike America: Arizona and the article is here. Now, I'm not exactly sure what part of the East Coast Mr. Beakley spent his mountain biking time on, but even most riders who don't live here realized there's a lot more than leaves to fall on around here. Besides, Arizona is mostly desert right? Doesn't that mean all you have to fall in is the sand? <insert heavy sarcasm here>.
Hey Jay, look out for those leaves!
Smooth Riding //
Tuesday - July 13, 2004
Despite the heavy rains on Wednesday, the trails rebounded quickly and by Saturday morning things were dry and fast with the occasional mud hole. Near perfect summertime weather hit with the temps in the mid 80s and the humidity staying somewhat in check.
Took to the trails solo both days this weekend and it was a nice change. There's something to be said about heading out on your own. The mind is allowed to wander, you can knock out your whole ride without any stops (fingers crossed, no mechanicals) and you can pick and chose your routes on the fly, riding whatever strikes your fancy at the moment. Don't get me wrong, I love the group rides, but the solo jaunt tends to be more liberating.
Sunday turned into a sort of Biathlon day as we launched the kayak in the afternoon. Just as the trails dried quickly, it didn't take long for the river levels to drop. It was pretty slow going in a lot of spots. Just days earlier the river was at flood stages. Now, low water and lots of new silt washed in from earlier in the week made for lots of struggles. It was still a beautiful day with several blue heron spottings and a big ol' snake sunning himself on some river junk.
As an added bonus I found a secret stash of some homebrew in the beer fridge: a Belgium dubble we dubbed Friar Tuck and an IPA. Only one of each, but they were in beautiful condition and I hadn't had either for quite a while. The Friar Tuck is most likely next in the brew queue, which needs to be soon, since the pale ale is almost gone.