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Summer 1995. Iâ€™d been riding my Candy Blue GT Karakoram since April. Tearing up the Wasatch as best I knew how. For some strange reason I felt the need to go on a long rideâ€¦so I packed a PB&J in my fanny pack (yes, I said fanny pack. It was the mid 90s after all) and a couple of water bottles in my cages and set out on an epic loop through the Wasatch.
Iâ€™d been up Rock Canyon before. In 1989 and again in 1990. This time I was going to ride all the way past the campground to the squaw peak road and instead of heading north I was going to head south to Hobble creek. It would be a long hauls on a jeep road, but I figured it would be fun, after all Iâ€™d been on the road before, in a 4×4, it was totally rideable.
After almost 15 years I canâ€™t remember much about the trail. I have the faintest memory of changing a flat tire somewhere up there, and I can still picture myself thinking, when is this freaking rocky road ever going to end??? I pushed the Mag 21 to its full 80 mm limit, and got knocked around on the hardtail. I wasnâ€™t even thinking of rear suspension back then, who was?
At the bottom of the road where it meets Hobble Creek I ran into my riding buddy Mark. He just finished a round of golf and offered me a lift home. Being the zealot I was, and determined to complete the epic loop unassisted I turned him down. By the time I was at the bottom of the road, my head was pounding, my mouth was bone dry, and I was on my last ounce of energy. I still had about 10 miles of road ahead of me so I busted out the smashed PB&J from the fanny pack, sat off the side of the road and wished Iâ€™d taken that rideâ€¦