Another trip, more boring miles, more sand, more crazy drivers. but after having fun exploring for good photos on our Thanksgiving trip, I got inspired to take photos during my drive down to the guard shack to bitch about people setting off fireworks.
A Sunday ride, the best kind, the Americans are all hungover and the Mexicans are all in church.
safety is the new word in heavily-trafficked Las Conchas
finally! but right into a fence?
i went looking for this trial to hone my aerial skills
wtf? are they marketing to Superman?
i got your tower of solace right here
they don’t mention these projects in the marketing materials
fixing the cistern tank in my Tower of Solace
its wildflower season in Mexico too
and weed season, holding the dune together
another exciting promotional campaign!
after 3 years, i finally figured out a safe route up the point
this actually was a tough little 5 minute grunt. and by stringing together a few of the scratches of construction roads at 100-150 vf each, I was able to get about 30 minutes of legitimate mtb’ing complete with rocks and mild danger. The hill has the best view in the city – it looked down over Las Conchas to the left and Old Port to the right, and offered a nice view back across Sandy Beach, the harbor, and Cholla Bay. Funny to think that I am one of the few people who bother to get up here. other than the future residents of Solace Tower.
back down the point towards Las Conchas
footpath 150 ft. down to the beach – totally ridable!!!
no doubt a freudian slip from the thrill of finding an actual challenge, and the san serif font being a bit ambiguous at 28mph when you are swivelling your head looking for cars. I was so desperate for elevation change and that I simply refused to brake on the descent, which was actually somewhat sketchy at that speed.
another clip-art add. world’s most dangerous gangster will serve us pizza.
i had to outrun this when merging onto the shoulder on Blvd. Fremont. another day of urban freeriding!