The Dirt Derby’s held every Tuesday night in the early spring, out in Del Valle, southeast of town. As one dude said, probably the most fun you can have on Tuesday night with your clothes on. Twenty-five minutes of sprinting around a moto-cross track with thirty or so other riders. Fun drops, banked turns, stadium lights and a keg. In a word, rad.

…like chocolate, that makes it better.

In the never-ending struggle between myself and the various limestone ledges, precipitous drops and large rocks in the area…I take a great leap forward.

Welcome the newest weapon in the arsenal-

Actually, it was really about 19 hours of Rocky Hill. We took a nap because there was a freaking arctic gale moving through Smithville on Saturday night. I had an epic endo at the bottom of Fat Chucks Demise that threw me into a ditch off the side of the road. Rad. I almost ran over a coral snake too. My bike was totally destroyed by the mud.
My Pictures are here.
Germ’s pictures are here.

I went on my first ever night ride in the BCGB last night. I’ve run up and down this trail many many times, so I figured it’d be a nice venue to start doing something stupid like pounding around on a rocky trail in the pitch black with a 10v halogen light strapped to my head.

All went fairly well. We made it to Zilker without a whole lot of epicness. On the way back up to the cars though, standing by the side of the trail a skragley-looking-dude (SLD) stood in a British-style military salute. Now this is the greenbelt and SLD’s are more common than not. The Salute ? this is Austin, I tend not ask questions.

But as we pass (I’m bringing up the rear) SLD shouts “You think a machete would do it?” while still standing at attention. “I imagine so,” I shout as a barrel past in the dark. “Well it’s have to be pretty damn sharp to cut through all that.”

Now I have no idea what the hell he was talking about. Maybe he just wanted to do some night time pruning. But having an SLD talking about needing a really sharp machete, in the very dark greenbelt, presumably to cut us up into very small pieces - let’s just say we rode on a little faster.