This took 2 years to nut up to. Totally mental.

every 5th step on the top flight was extra long and broke up the increasing frequency that would have forced me into speed. Every step on the second flight was equally long enough for the entire middle to feel academic, an opportunity to come back into control, and the pitch on the last flight became a simple straight shot. Hardest part was avoiding the discarded bottle of Hershey’s syrup sitting in the middle of a step off the last turn – an attractive nuisance ready to shoot out from under my wheel. I coulda kicked it away on the hike up, but i don’t condone trail sanitation. The broken glass and rusted rebar and concrete blow made a high price for failure.

After nearly 40 rides without companionship, this weekend i gave up the idea of distance, in favor of freeride explorations, sprints and meanderings for fresh urban techiness. I found some other never-hit skinnies and jumps and staircases. This is the toughest trial in the city, thus far. The pic shows the steepness lost in the vid, but not the crusty and rusty and dusty with glass.