It’s been a rough couple of weeks. Most days and nights I’ve been sequestering myself in my house, not really wanting to go out and socialize. Probably drinking too much. Definitely not riding much. I caught the cold that has been making the rounds and found myself with a rugged case of bronchitis. And a ticket to Arizona.

I tried to come up with every possible reason to not go to singlespeed arizona this year. I’m sick… My dad just died… I don’t feel like it… My travel bike case is kaput and shouldn’t travel… But none of them really stuck and in the end I couldn’t back out of plans with my travel partner. I found myself in the mexican bar of DIA’s Terminal A (where lots of great adventures begin), pregaming the weekend. There’s no easing into a weekend like this. You hit the ground running and just do your best to keep up.


We headquartered in Cave Creek at the pretty famous Flat Tire Bike Shop and Local Jonny’s coffee shop/bar/restaurant place. I didn’t bring a bike, so I borrowed a krampus from the shop and we went out for a spin from the campground back to the shop. the 29+ format was pretty cool, but the bike just wasn’t for me. Instead I borrowed a super fancy¬†Niner from the rep for AZ. A bike that was waaaaaay too sexy for my current fitness level. But damn, it was nice.


On Saturday morning we loaded 100 bikes into a Uhaul and caught a ride in a fancy bus way up north into the desert.It quickly became clear to me that I was really out there for some time alone on my bike. I didn’t want to ride with anyone, I didn’t even care much about riding (helpful attitude on such a rugged trail), but I just wanted to be out there. All alone on some crazy trail in some remote canyon with most of the vegetation interested in causing pain. I got what I needed and then some. And in the end I got hungry and it was time to find my friends in the wash to drink beer and eat pizza.



I lost these sunglasses in Alaska. I found them again in Arizona.


Funny, I didn’t even take photos while I was out there. Too far in my head. The landscape really too big to capture.




In the end I was glad that I went. My singlespeed family has been there for me through tough times before, and they always bring the smiles and the beers and the whiskey and the hugs. Oh, and six hours into my desert experience my bronchitis had basically totally cleared up.  #FTW