The September Blog Project - #2
We went to Nox this morning. Nox with an X. Nockamixon with a C-K. This is the 37th different park I've ridden this year, across 8 states. This is the first time I've been to Pennsylvania in 2023, which is odd given how close it is. I'd like to get to Trexler again before the year is out. But you know, plans.
The ride was good. We met Capers & Carson, plus a few others. It was nice & cool this morning. Another glorious fall day. Enjoy it while you can. And don't look at the weather next week.
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On the way out we stopped at that cow ice cream place. I think that's why Carson wanted to park at that boat launch lot. Just to see if I would be able to drive home and not go there. No worries, there was no chance of that. The cow was on the radar last night. When we got in the car after the ride, I announced that's where we were going. No argument from D.
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I mowed most of the lawn this afternoon, before the heat goes back up to MELT next week.
Then I did a bit of trail work. I have put the "A" line aside this year and have focused on the B line, which has always been the better line. Right now I have 3 jumps, a jump/drop (it's having an identity crisis) and the berm (which has melted considerably since last year). I added some dirt to the jump/drop because I think I want to convert it to just a jump. I think the drop isn't right for the flow.
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Then I worked on D's bike, which keeps trying to commit suicide. Today most of the spokes in the front wheel backed out, so it was dangerously loose. Ok, maybe that wasn't today. More than likely it was due to the Stratton & Killington DH days. I had to take the tire off to true the rim up, as it was pretty bad. I then replaced her back tire because it had a hole right at the rim that wouldn't seal. I tried to let Stans do its thing, but my experience tells me that this never works out. So I just replaced it.
I mounted both tires back up then took it for 2 laps of the back yard trails. It survived, so I called it a win.
Another glorious September day.