Bicycle Addiction Spreading

I’m just getting back on the bike after a week vacation, so I thought I’d share a story of another Carson City rider. My friend Bob is another local blogger, and has been a regular reader of Bike Carson for a long time. Over the time I’ve been reading his blog, I’ve seen him go from a casual rider trying to get motivated to ride more, to an addicted bicycling junkie looking for his next ride.  He’s even named his bikes.  How sick is that?

Bob's bike "Kash" on his ride up to Silver City

Bob's bike "Kash" on his ride up to Silver City

“Kash” – Photo by Bob Moore

Here’s a quote from one of Bob’s recent posts:

I’ve had my street bike a little over a month now and it helped me finally break through the steel floor that was my diet but it hasn’t come cheap. In the month and a week since the Kona has taken over my life, I’ve spent nearly thirty hours of perfectly good slacker time in the saddle burning up 20,000 calories. I was happy in the “old days” when I got five or six miles under my belt but now I’m averaging 10 miles a ride and I do rides twice a day now.

Bob keeps exploring further away from his house, making runs out to Bowers Mansion and even up to Silver City. He had 245 biking miles in June, and is going for 300 plus in July. I suspect he’ll meet his goal quite easily. Congratulations on your addiction, Bob! There are many of us that can “sympathize” with you.

My First Bicycle

I’m currently on the other side of the country visiting family, and we were recently going through old photos when I found this treasure. I think this picture is from 1977, and this is my first bicycle. My dad rescued it from the dump, and fixed it up with some new tires and electrical tape.

My First Bike!  1977?
My First Bike!

I still remember my first solo ride. I was telling my dad not to let go of the back, but he wasn’t answering me. I looked back, and was horrified to see him 100 yards behind me waving! I panicked, and dumped the bike on the street.

I remember liking this bike quite a bit until one day, one of the neighbor kids told me it was a girls bike. I didn’t believe him, and went to my dad to clear things up. Once it was confirmed to be a girls bike, it wasn’t long until I got my first boy’s Schwinn Stingray. Now to find a picture of that bike…

I’m still scratching my head, wondering why they stopped putting backrests on bicycle saddles. Seems likea good idea to me! Sure would make those long hill climbs relaxing.

Road Bikes at High Noon

The Tour de France is underway, and it has a lot of people thinking about road biking. Lately, we’ve been swapping the lunchtime mountain bike rides for some longer road rides out in Washoe Valley. Luckily we have flexible work shcedules, so we can get some extra time for the Franktown loop which is about 22 miles from the office. Depending on which way the wind is blowing, the Old 395/Franktown loop can be ridden clockwise or counterclockwise with equal amounts of enjoyment.

Big Sky, Long Road
Old 395 thru Washoe Valley

It’s been nice for me to get more miles on the road bike, because I can get more exercise in without getting beat up on the mountain. It’s also a thrill to eat up the miles at such a rapid rate, and see more of the countryside. Personally, I like to scare myself at a lower rate of speed on the mountain bike, but it is fun to watch your buddies bomb the hills. Scott R hit 51 miles per hour coming down Combs Canyon back into Carson City!

Jesse, Jeff, Scott R
Los Tres Amigos

Viewing wildlife is not confined to the off-road trails either. We spotted this young coyote up near Bower’s Mansion that was asking to have its picture taken.

Little Coyote
Little Coyote

I foresee more of our lunchtime gang getting road bikes in the near future. We’re all hardcore mountain bikers, but the road bike provides a nice alternative and prevents the trails from becoming monotonenous.

Tour of Lake Tahoe Nevada State Park

On June 27th we got friends together from both near and far and toured Lake Tahoe Nevada State Park. Lauren, Morgan, and a couple of their friends were up from the Bay Area, and Brian was visiting all the way from Michigan. Many of the Carson City gang was there to join in on the adventure too.

Spooner Lake State Park
North Canyon Rest Stop

We left Spooner Lake in the early afternoon, and made our way up North Canyon. The temperature was warm, but not so hot that we were sweating buckets. Lots of butterflies were flying around the green meadows, and gave our minds something to concentrate on rather than the steep climb. It was a good time for conversation too, since we would be more spread out later in the ride.

Spooner Lake State Park
Jesse on the Flume Trail

We didn’t stop at Marlette Lake, but rode along the shore on the way to the Flume Trail. Brian was talking about North Canyon still, and wondering where all the switchbacks were. He’d get them soon enough. The water was still high at the dam, and we had to ride through a little water to get over to the flume.

Spooner Lake State Park
Sandie and Lauren on the Flume Trail

We rode out the flume, pausing often to look around the lake and take pictures. “Wow” was heard often along this stretch of trail. We even encountered the typical couple that was in way over there head. The lady was pushing her bike, and when we said hello to the guy, he got real nasty. It’s doubtful their relationship lasted after they turned in their rental bikes. Our group was in high spirits though, and pedaled on to Tunnel Creek.

Spooner Lake State Park
Lauren and Brian on the Tahoe Rim Trail in search of oxygen

Before ascending the short, steep hill to the Tahoe Rim Trail, energy bars and gels were consumed. The road up Tunnel Creek is steep, but it subsides just when you think you’re about done. We caught our breath at the Tahoe Rim Trail intersection, and then pressed on to find the rest of the gang.

Spooner Lake State Park
Brian summiting Marlette Peak

The Tahoe Rim Trail took us by “Twin Lakes”. I’m not sure I’ve ever seen water in these lakes except for snow. I bet they’re only lakes for a few weeks, if not only a few days. There are definitely signs of standing water, but it must drain really quickly.

Spooner Lake State Park
Lauren and Morgan on the Tahoe Rim Trail

We continued climbing the many switchbacks on the Tahoe Rim Trail on our way to Marlette Peak. The high elevation was getting to some of our sea level friends, and I even heard someone utter the dreaded words, “death march”. Thankfully there were plenty of rest stops at the end of the switch backs, and we got spectacular views of Lake Tahoe and giant granite boulders.

Spooner Lake State Park
Marlette Lake

When we got above tree line, the gang seemed to spring to life and charged up the final climb to Marlette Peak. Marlette Peak offers one of the best views of Lake Tahoe, with Marlette Lake visible in the foreground, and Lake Tahoe as the backdrop. You can even see the three peaks of Jobs, Jobs Sister, and Freel, towering above the Carson Valley to the South. I always wish I could spend the entire day at this spot, and just stare off into the distance, taking it all in. The burritos back at Brian’s condo weren’t going to eat themselves though, so we got on with the descent.

Spooner Lake State Park
Group pose before the descent back to Spooner Lake

The Tahoe Rim Trail coming off Marlette Peak is a blast, and was the funnest descent of the day. There were some great photo opportunities when we rode through fields of mule’s ears, but there was no stopping at this point. We twisted and turned all the way down to the road, and then descended through a beautiful aspen grove along Marlette Lake. We finished off the last big climb out of Marlette, and then rode down 4 miles of double track to get back to Spooner. Some even commented that the downhill was too long! I think we were tired. A few of us headed back to Brian’s condo for New Belgium brews and Rene’s burritos. We ate and drank heartily, and great conversation was flowing. It turned out to be a great day for everyone to get to know each better, and we’re all looking forward to the next big ride.