Chin Jamming in Granada

Here we are. Spain 2.0 08. For everyone who decided they had better places to be or ways to spend their money. Sorry you opted out. Pushing through the oceanic barrier, to the euro exchange.

We took Tim to the best of our last days from last year. The cross bike inspired some off the front confidence. I payed for my hubris by kissing the earth. Shoved rocks in my face, knees and hands. We got a good lesson in socialized medicine. After picking myself up, Rick came over and asked if I was okay. My response was "only if I don't need stitches in my chin." After a half second look from Rick, I knew what what I was in from the look on his face. A little bit of stars floating in the air, but I felt fine so we jumped on the bikes to get down the last 6km of gravel descending to the town of Lanjaron. 20 feet later Tim flats and I decided to role down alone, and begin the search for a medic.

So while I'm riding down watching the bike get splattered slowly from the dripping chin, I think about La Ruta when Jeremiah Bishop had to finish a similar descent with a broken jaw and nose. Made my trip seem minor. At the bottom, I stood on the corner next to the closed restaurant wondering if I was scaring the families. Eventually I grabbed some napkins off the table, and while holding it over my jam spout I started asking people if they knew where a doctor was. The genuine concern from folks was heart warming, and by the time Tim and Rick showed I had a general direction to go.

I testify that socialized medicine did me great. After being led to the clinic by a local elder who spoke no english, we walked in and was out in 20min, no charge! In time to ride the hour and half home just before dark.
BUT!!! there was a price to pay. How about, it started with a quick shave. It suddenly becomes very clear why cyclist shave. The doc came at me with a one bladed plastic razor and proceeded to remove my 3week stubble around the juice one hair at a time. I figured he was going to inject me with a local anesthetic soon. But after a clean out with iodine, and the shave, I realized there would be no lidocain injections.
Doctor's various quotes inluded:
"Little pain"
"Sensation"
"Rambo"
Say these to yourself in any order, repeatedly with a spanish accent.

Still the riding has been great. And Semana Santa is once again in full effect.

Devil Went Down to Georgia

I went to Georgia this past weekend. Lots happened.
Tues: Start to leave; Car leaking Differential fluid.
Wed: Go to sister's. Ride from Sisters; car ready at 9pm; Drive to harrisonburg Va. 1:30am Drafting truckers. Use Nick Waites Bed. Fellow Floyd beater, Schalk in other room.
Thur: Drive to Asheville. Stay with Trish Stevenson and Sam. Night ride with Si and Sam. Trish cooks better Indian food than Indian's.
Fri: Visit Industry Nine Factory to get new 08 wheelsets. Flashty with a capital "T".
Drive to Blairsville GA to stay with cousin Adam and his wife Lisa
Sat: Race Snake Creek Gap Time Trial. 34mile trail. point to point, 90% single track. Wish all races were this fun. Got 4th place after flatting 2x. Adam came along and was sweet enough to drive and holla. Cousin Jess comes to town. We eat, drink, shoot guns.
Sun: Eat big, drive to Asheville, ride with Trish, Si, Becky, and Mike. My 2nd taste of Pisgah trails. Stay at Sam and Trish's again. Sam unloads power tools on me. Hello Planer, finish nailer.
Mon: Drive to Harrisonbug. Ride the intown Hillandale trails. Ride Justin Wimpy's pump track. Eat with the Carps.
Tues: Drive to Michaux: Do a 3.5 exploratory Mtb ride in the 55degree rain. Fog obscuring everything within 30ft the whole time. Stay at mom's. eat everything in fridge. Pet dog.
Wed: Back home. House still there. nothing stolen. Week a success.


How about a factory tour? Industry Nine is an Asheville Co. Everything is USA made. In house. Anodization takes place elsewhere. They also make some slice ya thin knives. I got one of those too.

Those are my wheels: top right: Set of Stan Arch's, one Stan 355 front and one Flow Rear.
Jake and I used to jam out to DJ Shadow in Harrisonburg. Now he jams spokes in wheels for me.

Lots of bearings. Brandi at INine told me they had about 400 wheelsets waiting to be built. So I have to say thanks for putting my up on the list, and sorry for those who have to wait for their pieces of bike jewelry.


Each one of the pawls gets buffed by hand on the wheel. And then when it's all over, you get nifty wheels like these.


Oh and the boys in yard are always having fun. Those backyard peaks are behind the factory.




Riding Pisgah with animals.



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