After arriving at Big Rock trail, I decided to put the camera away as it was detracting from the “overall ride quality”. However, even though I have ridden Big Rock clockwise several times, rounding the corner and seeing the backside of the “big rock” always freaks me out. Looks like some Tolkien-ian goblin hunched over the trail, picking through the viscera of a wayward cyclist… or worse, geocacher!
User-friendly signage hammered home a simple message: THIS IS THE TOWER TRAIL, MORON.
Weird brick landing pads dotted the trail whenever it crossed under the powerlines.
Another nice feature of Tower: continuous tree canopy. It made the high 80s feel like low 80s. This portion of the trail skirted the fall line, taking a large swooping left turn and continuing uphill on the opposite side of the ravine. Zero erosion, zero standing water!
Classic FATS motif. The subtle but fast turn and drop along the fall line. Eric from Cane Creek has a mild fetish for this type of trail building technique that litters FATS.
Steep, multi-tiered downhill on the connector trail back to Great Wall. Four little plateaus split the downhill up. Standing water is alleviated by the armoring on the second plateau. By the bottom of this downhill, it feels like you’re floating on a cloud of non-heroin fueled bliss. I would destroy my back on the next downhill, similarly structured but with a sharp endo-tastic jump in the middle of the downhill.
Not to place the product so obviously, but since switching to a Thomson Elite setback seat post last year, my mountain biking life has eased up on the downhill white knuckle/pucker factor. The Pisgah tests went swimmingly and leaving out my back destruction, FATS rode smoother than ever. The few centimeters of setback keep my weight off the front and have made my squirreliness a tad bit more stable. Now if only we could convince Teenwolf to throw one on his Orbea, but nobody wants to set the wheels of the Rapture in motion… just yet!
In closing, Jose being the creepy office dude lived up to his reputation and sent this salacious Armani bicycle-centric commercial. This borders on Marquis de Sade levels of debauch so make sure small children aren’t around. You’ll need a bath after this snippet of internet filth. Ugh, disgusting.