We’re flying to Lost Wages tomorrow with the intention to get out of the city pretty quickly. The plan is to camp and climb at Red Rocks, then drive on up and over to the Grand Canyon for a stopover on the South Rim, and then proceed over to Flagstaff, Arizona, a charming university town nestled in a high altitude Ponderosa Pine forest where we can ride, climb, hike, boulder, sit around and drink beer, whatever. Its also Ms. Zing’s alumni so we can explore some cool arky sites abd get all native. But the challenge is in packing everything you need for said adventure, and keeping each bag under 50lbs. I’ve discovered that a key way to do this is to put a lot of the heavy stuff in your carry-on. Like the climbing rack and rope. You just need to make sure you can hoist that thing into the overhead compartment with relative ease, to avoid any cross-eyed looks from the steward-people. You can pack the bike bag a little heavier, ’cause you’re already paying to fly that thing and they usually give you a bit of grace if you’re just 10% over. WestJet is one of the cooler airlines with stuff like that – fingers crossed though!
Absolutely the most perfect weather for a couple laps at Canmore Nordic Centre. EKG + Coal Chutes + Georgetown Climb back to car, a nice, flowy singletrack burn that’s just technical enough. Rode a lap with my bro Rosmo and then did a solo one.
Dead calm, no people, clear blue sky. And cool enough to go hard. You can’t even see the leaves move. It’s like that pause between breaths.
Gettin’ up early in the mornin’ and going riding, actually. Tonight’s mission was fast and furious, like this song. I charged a quick 16k lap at the secret spot and was cleaned up and enjoying a delicious Pilsner by 9:30. Didn’t see the cougar tonight, but I had spidey senses blowing up all over the place when I came around the corner where he last was. I think we have an understanding – I’ll ride polite and respect the forest, and he’ll not eat my face off. I hope.
Early AFI was pretty rad and not emo at all and they sang about stuff that really mattered to people – like cereal and what kind to eat. Take it deep – poignant stuff.
“Breakfast cereal, make it sweet, that’s the only kind I’ll eat, gimmee sugar not nuts and twigs do I look like a fucking squirrel to you?”
Nothing reminds me more of mountain biking than this song. Well, this song and the smell of citrus degreaser. Oh, and that taste of blood you can get in the back of your throat when you’re totally anaerobic for longer than you’re supposed to be able to be.
I worked for a few years at this great shop called Spokes n’ Attire, in Kensington, Calgary. The owner was (and still is, I’m sure) a great guy, and the crew I worked with were all pretty rad as well. This was the dawn of the new skate-surf-snowboard punk scene in California and those were the tunes we would blast all day long. Lagwagon, Strung Out, Face to Face, Good Riddance, Bad Religion, Fugazi (ok, East Coast), Pennywise, NoFx. Basically anything that came out on Epitaph.
One of my all time fav bands from that era is these guys, Ten Foot Pole. A band that featured a lead singer that played professional baseball for the White Sox and the Dodgers. Scott Radinksy juggled pro ball and punk rock for a number of the eleven years he played in MLB – pretty cool if you ask me. And he was a pitcher, no less. And a good one – one of the best Jewish pitchers the league’s ever seen. Oh, and he had Hodgkin’s Disease and kicked that to keep playing. He retired and opened a skate park and museum, called Skatelab, in California.
I saw TFP play a number of gigs in those years, before Radinsky parted ways with them to join another punk group called Pulley. They’d play small community halls, or the campus spots, and there’d be anywhere from 75 to a couple hundred people in there moshing and losing their shit. Radinsky was very approachable and would hang out with the crowd, just sitting on the stage, having a beer, after the show. Talking to anyone that wanted to talk.
This song is probably one of the most motivating tunes I’d listened to, back in that day. Headphones on, knee warmers on, clipped in and ripping it up around Fish Creek Park, Nose Hill, or out in K-Country or the Benchlands near Canmore. Gold. Check it out and read the lyrics below.
Doesn’t Scott Radinsky seem like a pretty rad mo fo?
We’ve been hiding out forever
Waiting to release all our energy
That’s still inside
It’s time to get it out
Get it out of me
I want to make this time special
Something for you
Playing as hard as we can
Grind out the energy
I want to scream again
So you can hear me singing through my hands
Let it go
Let it go
We’ve found a way to make up for the lost time
Turn it up and play it loud
Grind out the energy