If you’ve never experienced the joy of rushing headlong through handlebar and head high flowers, then you need to ride 401. The downhill can get so thick that the plants keep you centered on the trail like a bobsled run.
That's the trail we did today. Everybody chose to drive to where the trail ended and continue on from there, but no not me I rode from the house and did the full 35 miles. I did cheat and catch a lift back with them though. This picture was taken while I was waiting for about an hour and a half for the group to show up at the top of the decent in this alpine meadow. Their I was all alone, me and my walkie talkie I was able to talk to the guys but unable to see them. The reception was really good. A storm off in the distance was approaching kind of fast and I was thinking about heading down by myself and not wait for everybody, I really didn't want to get struck by lightning. But the storm changed direction and everybody eventuality showed up and we bombed down the mountain from about 11500 feet. Fun was had by all especially me. I was in front holding my own... a couple of ex-motocross racers were all over my rear wheel. Tomorrows another day of mountain madness...
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