Our cunningly laid plans are starting to unravel. We have done admirably so far, but the reality is we are a bunch of past our prime men (except that young bastard Tim) not coping with life as carefree professional cyclists and it's taking it's toll. Breakfasts are taking longer, packing up and moving on is done with less vigor and no matter how hard we push on our pedals the message isn't really getting through to our legs.
We popped in to the North Fruita trails but only managed one run as the high speed pedalling required to maintain optimum fun was wearing us out. After a quick visit to Rad Ross Schnell's bike shop we found another mexican restaurant to eat too much and then it was all over.
We made the call to head to Moab and straight into our luxury pad which will be home for the next 3 nights. Revitalised we hit the only shuttleable trail in town for a few runs of more rock slab goodness with some pretty rad drops and loose and dusty turns. Daves trail was a hit.
The plan tomorrow is to ride the two best sections of the Whole Enchilada. We will attempt a dawn start so it's an early night and that's why this blog is short (I type with my thumbs so each story takes a few hours). Chat tomorrow then.