Marin is the contested birthplace of mountain biking (Crested Butte begs to differ). It's also a roadie heaven. With the contoured landscapes across the Golden Gate it is where most of the San Franciscan cyclists, road or dirt, go to escape. Which means that our own little slice of heaven here in the East Bay is usually free and open for the taking.
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| Some eclectic bike choices, a Surly Big Dummy and a custom tall mountain bike. (The Big Dummy a week old and needed a few adjustments and unfortunately Tobe ran his deraulleur into his spokes). |
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| Giant views are nestled in the hills hood. |
It wasn't long from my house to the dirt when we started climbing. It was some rough rolling terrain but some beautiful stuff. Jillian knows the woods better than I do and pointed out some great added trails. Maleko pulled out his tall bike for the fun and Tobe took out his fresh new Big Dummy (which seemed at home on the steep climbs).
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| Cross Check in it's native dirt lands. |
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| Always entertaining to watch Maleko get on this thing. |
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| The final rollers. |
We didn't quite hit the mileage we were hoping for, but the crushing ups burnt our legs good. It's great to be able to just leave the door and hit dirt so quickly here.
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