I was in the mountains in Georgia where phone signal is hard to come by. This situation needed discussion. My phone needed to navigate. We talked in between the turn-by-turn directions and dropped connections. Then I lost signal entirely. Welcome to a relaxing long weekend.
I checked in, unloaded my gear at the cabin, found out that I could indeed ride a demo Pivot, went down to select a "whip." So many squishy and shifty bikes to choose from. So many wheel sizes. So many knobby options. Only one of these tho, so I take it.
No drooper, but I'd always wanted to ride one of the newer LES frames, so fuck it. Compatibru with 27.5+ (front and rear), internal drooper rooting, more than 1.5lbs lighter frame than my Stickel, Boost, dope swinging dropouts... it's got a fair amount of what I'd want in a bike (aside from ten too many gears). Shod with a Minion DHF+ front, Rekon+ rear, this will do for day one.
Dinner, beer, wake up extremely dehydrated in the middle of the night but too lazy to slide out of the upper bunk to do anything about it. Rough night. Self-inflicted.
I got up and made my way directly to the coffee. Life started to turn around. Breakfast brought me to normal levels of being human. Get changed and wait for the first shuttle.
And now it's time for our presentation.
I don't remember the order of the presentations over both days, so I'll jump around a bit. We got to learn about what a tire is made out of, the science stuff, the engineering stuff... the cool stuff.
And he didn't flat... on a tire that weighs almost half as much as my Ardent 2.4 front tire.
Anyways, with the presentation over, we were off to another shuttle run. We headed much further out to hit Bear Creek Spur to Bear Creek. I fell in with Scott Williams from Dirt Rag and his girlfriend, Jess. We decided we wanted more out of the ride than just the descent, so we looped around and hit the descent down Bear Creek again and then returned back to camp VIA Pinhoti 2 sans shuttle. Odd thing being that once again, I forget how easily a pretty short route around here can stack up some serious elevation, and my one water bottle and no food plan was not very bueno. My brain was fading badly before we even got off the final trail with some garvel still between us and dinner. Doh.
Eat and then another presentation. We learned so much about rubber compounds at this one. I discovered that while there is a vast difference in squishiness between 42a and 70a compounds, they all pretty much tasted the same.
Beer, hot tubs, beer... beer.
I was in for another thirsty night's sleep.