Originally Posted by Strava
NH, around 6 in the morning with my buddy Josh:
The first day I got the Cannondale dirty:
First ride with the Garmin, mounted in what turned out to be a terrible spot. (You'll see why later..)
First of 3 blown up rear derailleurs:
First big ride with my road bike:
State forest/lake with my buddy Jeff:
Snapped a link in my chain that day, now I carry a spare. Had to push the bike about 2-3 miles back to the truck.
Also did this to the Garmin that day. Now I don't mount it there anymore. Went OTB and it ended up between me and a rock. It still worked too, it sounded off the 5 mile increments and uploaded my data to Strava when I got it home.
A chilly morning on the road bike, steam coming off the river by my house:
First part of a cold, damp 60-miler with my buddy Josh. Fucking awesome day out, I'd never been so tired at the end.
Sunrise on top of the Stratham fire tower. Had to get up early and then ride my ass off to make it to the top of the hill that it's on. (And then climb up it with all my gear on, heh). Totally worth it, caught it at the perfect time. This was around ~6:30 in the morning, and the park is 20 miles from my house.
Later that day after it brightened up a bit:
Sunset at a state park near my house:
Some fall pics from Hampstead Conservation:
My buddy Jeff (he got his bike this year too) and his ridiculous pink gloves:
Some steep stuff that doesn't look very steep in photographs in NH. That ramp was an ass-clincher.
The day some dude's dog tried to eat me on the trail, and chewed through my $75 set of shin guards:
Fall in Hampstead:
Best trail signage ever. I didn't know where the fuck I was either.
Catching the sunrise before work on my road bike:
Fall was coming to the end, and it was cold as hell. I learned that this is the most important tool you can carry with you.
It was cold as hell that day, but still awesome. New England kicks ass in autumn.
My buddy Josh again, who answers all of my stupid bike questions, fixes my stuff when I break it, and is in ten times the shape that I am. Dude is a machine on the trail and the road, and an awesome pal to ride with.
We were at a place called Fort Rock, which looks like this, and is an absolute asskicker of a workout.
I got rad as hell there.
My buddy Jeff, less rad, but still a cool day out in a park with a lot of giant rocks.
Willowdale, which has cool creeks/rivers and stuff.
I got rad as hell there too.
End of the season, a few of the places I ride had races and events. The organizers would leaf-blow the trails, so I'd ride them the next day when it wasn't crowded. It's cool as hell, there are basically 5-10 miles of trails that are totally bear with leaf berms on both sides.
Same spot again, one of the last rides of the season with my road bike. Fall colors and stuff.
Winter showed up, leaves were down, along with trees here and there.
Yet another rear derailleur goes kaboom, bearing this time, but my brother and I were able to MacGuyver it together and finish the ride.
This is right near the entrance to Stratham Hill, and is the best doghouse ever. I've never seen Pretzel, though.
And a few from this morning, first time riding in any snow at all. It's fucking HARD, you work your absolute ass off because there's so much rolling resistance. Josh and I got out at 8AM, slipped and slid all over the place and did 10 miles of icy hills. It RULED.
Hopefully not the last ride of the season, but the last pic I took (so far). Here it was in the fall vs today: