As I sat in the truck making my way towards Utah, I came to the conclusion that I was going to use this trip as training for some upcoming races that I would like to do. Since I really haven't gotten to ride much DH this summer, I really just wanted to work on a few things, like my technique, body positioning, and looking ahead. So after doing a few runs to get warmed up and to get comfortable with the trails, I set to work....
Everything was going great and the trails were alot of fun, but of course something had to go wrong. I got to the top of the lift and quickly realized my front axle was really loose. Slowly I nursed myself and the bike back down the entire mountain and coasted into the parking lot to the tool box, it was a waste of a run needless to say. So I had to make the next series of runs worth it, and thats exactly what I did. The choice of trails was limited to only about 4 or 5 different trails but they were all fun in their own way, a variety of terrain and man made features kept me smiling and working hard the rest of the day.
As my dad and I were resting eating some food, we both started to realize that there was only a few trails for him to ride on, as he was riding his xc bike. This proved to be very true when I thought about it more, and I began to feel bad for him because its not too much fun when your limited by a bike or some other outside force. The majority of the trails were too rough and abusive to be riding that kind of bike on. We slowly came to the conclusion that we were going to head home after the day of riding and cut our trip short by two days, which was fine with me because I got about 2 hours of sleep the night before in my tent. Even though our decision affected my training plan a bit, I got plenty of runs in and worked on alot of things throughout the day. All in all it was a fun trip for both of us, I did some necessary work on my skills and got to hang out with my dad.
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