I didn't realize how much I missed the ol' creek. It had been over a year since I'd been. Clear Creek is a huge riding area in the central California Diablo Range. The elevation is 2000 to 5000 feet.
Dirt Bike Dave agreed to meet me at 9:00 am for a good sunday ride. After extricating Daves bike from his truck, we set out for adventure. The goal was to put in 50-60 miles of mostly single track. We started off at warm up pace and stopped at a little hill climb to get the bikes warmed up right. After a little fun on the hill, we darted up and down single track for several miles finding some very nice dirt in the shaded areas. We ended up doing about a 10 mile circle and then headed into a technical canyon with a small creek at the bottom. As we headed to the southern section of CC. we momentarilly got seperated.
We rejoined and sped up a nearby ridge just near Indian Hill. We switched bikes at this point and I found the ground within 50 ft of the transfer. It was the first of many rookie mistakes for the both of us. I was feeling right at home on Daves CRE250. The trails were fairly easy for a while, but we soon headed down a steep ridge and fell in behind a slower group. We worked our way around the first couple of guys and then caught the rest of the group right at the bottom of the long downhill. I waited for a young kid to ride over a nasty group of boulders, and followed him out. As Dave waited, he went to put his foot down and stepped into invisible dirt and fell over, thankfully cushioning my bike with his body. It was an awkward fall and I asked if he was OK. Dave was fine, but I felt cheated that I didn't see the whole thing unfold. Dave dusted himself off and we headed toward the airplane crash site for lunch.
We found a cool spot for a break and then continued to ride almost exclusively single track for the next hour. At this point, about 10 miles from the trucks, I felt my from tire getting low. We decided to b-line for camp to put in a new tube. While I changed the tube, DBD ate a little food and put some gas in the CR. We headed back out for a final ride. I chose an loose rocky singletrack to the top of the ridge. The dirt was dry hear so I headed for the north facing hillsides. I took my second unexplainable dirt sample riding down a simple downhill. The wreck dislodged my chain guard. Luckilly dave had some spare bolts to fix it up. We worked our way around and back to camp for a cold refreshment.
It had been a long time since Dave and I had ridden together. The past couple of rides ending badly for Daves bike or body. Overall,we had a really fun trail ride. I hope to see some familiar faces on my next trip to the Creek. What ever happened to Fremont Guy and Jonala? I hope all is well Dave. Good ride.
Dirt Bike Dave agreed to meet me at 9:00 am for a good sunday ride. After extricating Daves bike from his truck, we set out for adventure. The goal was to put in 50-60 miles of mostly single track. We started off at warm up pace and stopped at a little hill climb to get the bikes warmed up right. After a little fun on the hill, we darted up and down single track for several miles finding some very nice dirt in the shaded areas. We ended up doing about a 10 mile circle and then headed into a technical canyon with a small creek at the bottom. As we headed to the southern section of CC. we momentarilly got seperated.
We rejoined and sped up a nearby ridge just near Indian Hill. We switched bikes at this point and I found the ground within 50 ft of the transfer. It was the first of many rookie mistakes for the both of us. I was feeling right at home on Daves CRE250. The trails were fairly easy for a while, but we soon headed down a steep ridge and fell in behind a slower group. We worked our way around the first couple of guys and then caught the rest of the group right at the bottom of the long downhill. I waited for a young kid to ride over a nasty group of boulders, and followed him out. As Dave waited, he went to put his foot down and stepped into invisible dirt and fell over, thankfully cushioning my bike with his body. It was an awkward fall and I asked if he was OK. Dave was fine, but I felt cheated that I didn't see the whole thing unfold. Dave dusted himself off and we headed toward the airplane crash site for lunch.
We found a cool spot for a break and then continued to ride almost exclusively single track for the next hour. At this point, about 10 miles from the trucks, I felt my from tire getting low. We decided to b-line for camp to put in a new tube. While I changed the tube, DBD ate a little food and put some gas in the CR. We headed back out for a final ride. I chose an loose rocky singletrack to the top of the ridge. The dirt was dry hear so I headed for the north facing hillsides. I took my second unexplainable dirt sample riding down a simple downhill. The wreck dislodged my chain guard. Luckilly dave had some spare bolts to fix it up. We worked our way around and back to camp for a cold refreshment.
It had been a long time since Dave and I had ridden together. The past couple of rides ending badly for Daves bike or body. Overall,we had a really fun trail ride. I hope to see some familiar faces on my next trip to the Creek. What ever happened to Fremont Guy and Jonala? I hope all is well Dave. Good ride.