Weather around my area has been dropping lately. Tonight it is expected to drop into the twenties.
BRRR! As I write this, it is currently 29 with a wind chill changing it to 13! I sure miss the warmth of Southern California. It rarely if ever gets cold over there. I think I remember the lowest temperature I ever saw was in the forties. You could hit the beach in December or January over there. The water would be cold but you didn't have to shovel snow to get to the sand!
I used to do alot of mountain bike riding and racing (at least more than I do now) back in California and it was a total blast to be hanging the rear wheel out around corners on the fire roads up in the hills. The terrain out there is basically all hard packed dirt and very fast and slick. You had to watch it on those corners and remember to keep your outside pedal weighted to help the tires in getting a bite but damn it was incredible fun. When I was really into racing the hot tire was the Specialized Ground Control. It was a narrow tire with sharp knobs on the edges and closely spaced knobs on the center to help keep the rolling resistance down. They were very good all purpose tires. Now a days, there's cross-country tires, downhill tires, and other "specific task" styles. It is mind-boggling. My first real bike, was a Supergo Access Comp which cost me about $500 and was considered a very good mid level bike at its time. Frame was all cromoly steel, no suspension, Arias aluminum wheels, center pull Shimano cantilever brakes, a full Deore off-road groupset (as known in bicycle circles) consisting of crankset, headset, pedals, brakes, chain, derailleur. It was a very nice bike. I still own it. However, it is very dated when compared to today's bikes. I bought a new bike about a year ago, a Haro Extreme with full front and rear suspension. It rides like a Cadillac when compared to my old Supergo. It has a Shimano groupset, cable disc brakes front/rear, Alex aluminum rims, all components are blacked out alloy. I sure wish I had this bike back when I was racing in California. It would have been a blast coming down the fire roads skipping over the ruts.
I originally got interested in off-road riding/racing several years earlier. When I was about 12 or 13, I was introduced to motorcycle dirt bike trail riding. My first experience was on a old Honda 50cc, 3 speed transmission, kid sized trail bike owned by my uncle. I received my first lesson on clutch and shifter control on that bike. It was the most amazing thing when I completed my first gear shift without the bike bucking or stalling. God, I miss those days. It was the happiest time of my 37 years of my life. If I could go back, I honestly would. Later, as my skills increased and I became older, my next bikes were a homemade lawnmower engined powered mini-bike, it was a blast but as slow as hell. Then I obtained a Yamaha YZ80 two stroke motocrosser. That little sucker was a rocket. I swear that bike could have easily smoked a stock 125cc without a problem. It was formerly owned by a racer kid who outgrew it and upgraded to a larger displacement bike. It was an air-cooled two stroke with racing reed valves and a 6 speed transmission. It was a torque monster and would routinely lift the front wheel and have it clawing at the sky. I remember the one time I was climbing up and down some hills and as I crested the top of one hill, the front wheel lifted and I nearly flipped it over on top of me. It scared the hell out of me and I will never forget that day. Finally, as my skills became better and I got bigger, I obtained a Suzuki 125cc water-cooled motocrosser. It was a really nice bike but it felt slower than my old little YZ80. I eventually ended up selling that bike when I had to leave Southern California due to a company merger which resulted in the relocatation of my job to another state. I hated to sell it. But I had to. My life was changing, I had just become married and my thoughts now were on married life and starting a family. The selling of that bike marked the end of my juvenile years and my thrust into adulthood. Like everybody else, it is a journey everyone has to make. I really miss those years.
I really miss California.