June 22, 2006
Yet another section of Walnut Creek that I had not previously been on. I met a friend of mine at his place which is right down N. Lamar from the Walnut Creek entrance. Derick just got himself a new Ironhorse Warrior recently and we have not met up yet to ride.
We started off going in a place he just recently discovered. He has not rode WC much so I am the "expert" of the group on the area. That is laughable! You go into this little hole in the woods behind Brentwood Christian School. It immediately takes you down hill on some fairly rocky terrain. I was going down the hill thinking, "This is what I'm talking about!" After riding a while we came across some of the park that I recognized, which was all new ground for Derick.
After getting back to my base camp, the swimming pool parking lot, it was time to debate going on since the clouds and thunder were picking up. Although the lifeguards were getting the kids out of the pool because of the weather, we decided to keep going on our chunks of metal.
This is where things got hard. I blame some of it on the fact that my shifters are bad and I can't hit all the gears (I have some on the way but have to ride anyway.) For the most part it is likely that I'm 35 and 200 plus lbs. and just not very good of a rider yet. We went into the "Other Side." The north side of the road coming into the park has some more technical, hilly trails. that zig zag alongside the creek. I wish I had my heart rate monitor with me because this was tough. I'm curious what the reading would have been. I had been on this before with the Mongoose (that was when I realized I needed a better bike) but it's been a while. You catch some decent air in a spot going down hill where they have four or five little ramps packed up. After the last one I learned you need to be prepared to turn a quick left when you land. Derick noticed too as I heard a "WHOA" after I made the turn.
Once finally getting out of what seemed was going to go forever we sat at the bridge and BS'ed for a while. I had to admit, that trail kicked my ass. It makes you think about getting in shape, learning what your doing, and trying it again. Wasn't just me I guess. The next day Derick (who is five years younger and in better shape) called to see if I was sore too. Mine wasn't the only ass kicked by "The Other Side."
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