Big Boy Trails

Big Boy Trails

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Off the Top problem spot and view

Off the Top … sounds like the name of an exciting trail, right? It starts at the top and zigzags for five miles down the back side of Mammoth Mountain, offering views of the dramatic Minaret peaks and, if you know where to look, even a glimpse of Yosemite. It rounds Red’s Lake, where i spread my dog’s ashes and like to stop for a beer with him sometimes, and then links to trails called Mountain View and Beach Cruiser. These are fun, flowy, green trails. Flowy is a word typically used to describe trails that are fun, but not necessarily exciting. These trails, and Kamikaze—an extremely high-speed fire road that is exciting in a not-so-fun, death-defying way—are the trails starting at the top of the mountain that i thought i was relegated to, given the limitations of my bike. All the other trails that riders love i have been apprehensive to attempt without a support rider.

“Well, why haven’t you just ridden them with somebody?” you ask.

Red’s Lake beer with my boy. Cheers, Buddy! Miss you!

I travel alone and i ride alone most of the time. Riding with me is different, and a support rider needs to be dedicated to that role. They need to understand that they can’t just do their normal thing because things take longer and be happy to do so. Unless someone offers, i do not usually ask someone to give up their hard-earned day to ride with me. I don’t like putting someone in a position where they might feel bad saying no or feel obligated. People are generally bad at communicating boundaries. I know i am. That said, when someone does ride with me, i try to be extremely cognizant of this. When coming up on a section where i know i’m good, or jump lines, i like to send my support rider first so they are not slowed down by riding behind me and can go the speed they want.

“If i don’t show up, come back and get me!” i yell as they take off. Ha! Sometimes shit happens.

Over the past couple seasons, when other adaptive riders have contacted me to ask which trails they can ride solo at Mammoth, i’ve told them, “Kamikaze and Beach Cruiser. That’s it.” Off the Top produces five potential dilemmas and i don’t recommend it for an adaptive rider on their own. Even Mountain View has a developing problem spot. There is a family trail called Downtown, but exciting is the last word i would use to describe it, and unless someone is a beginner or actually with their family, i’ve offered it only as a consolation.

Exposure. See how my wheel is off the side?

It’s funny how it all works with my bike. I always say, “You’ll be surprised what this thing can get through, BUT you will also be surprised by what stops it.” When talking about adaptive trails, i’ve found that the general conception is that adaptive friendly means “flat and uninteresting.”  Likewise, when recommending trails, well-intentioned locals almost always suggest trails of reduced technicality. Paradoxically, this can be bad advice, because the “easy” trails often create issues for me. They tend to traverse back and forth across the mountain, giving intermediate two-wheeled riders a more gradual descent, but when a traversing trail is not cut with enough bench, exposure is created, and that is what gets me. Exposure is where the trail has a drop off, exposed to the slope of the hill. Difficult trails, on the other hand, tend to be directed into the fall-line, making them steeper and faster for advanced riders, but since they don’t traverse, they have less exposure.

Are you with me? Easy trails bad. Hard trails good.

Crawling over rocks

Plus, i like technicality. I like crawling over rocks, performing drops and working up to getting air on jumps. Wood features like ramps and bridges are scary but fun! I like high-speed turns and whipping the tail of my bike around, sending a plume of dirt in the air for my friends to ride through. This is called dusting and it’s a rite of passage for the privilege of following me down a mountain (insert winky face emoji). All these things create texture and challenges to overcome, which make for a much more enjoyable trail experience than if things were just smooth and boring. Maybe a metaphor for life?

Then there’s dealing with the gondola. Let me just say that the gondola crew is awesome. They are always a huge help and go out of their way to make me feel comfortable with needing so much from them. Imagine having a long day, being tired, and then i show up. I’m always self-conscious about being a bummer because my bike is not easy to deal with. Its big, heavy and awkward, and they need to stop the gondola to load it. Every single one of them makes sure i know that they are happy to see me and completely willing to do whatever it takes to keep me on the mountain. Huge thanks to them!

That said, it’s still a bummer for me to deal with so many logistics. The gondola is upstairs, so i need to take the elevator. The elevator is inside the retail shop. The retail shop is cluttered with 4-ways, displays and tons of stuff, so it’s not easy to pick my way through there with my huge bike. Not to mention, that i need to bring both my chair and bike with me. I use the throttle on my bike to pull me along while sitting in my chair. This is awkward, and to top it off, tourists like to exclaim, “Oh that’s cool!” Kids tug on their parent’s pants, “Mommy look!” Not a good feeling for me.

Then there’s unloading at the top, which is another stoppage of the gondola, making not only everyone in line wait, but everyone who is currently riding it wait as well. The awesome crew unloads my bike and once i’m in it, they take my chair and send it down. When it arrives back at the bottom, the operators there put it outside so its waiting when i pull up. This is great if that’s where i’m going, but what if i’m riding to The Village and taking the shuttle back up? In that case, the gondola crew must walk my chair out to the shuttle stop and physically put it on the bus. They also must clearly communicate with the driver to take it off the bus and leave it at The Village so that its waiting for me when i get there. On several occasions, my chair has gone for a long ride, doing laps on the shuttle. I wonder if it’s stoked to get out for a while. Also, this is asking a lot of the gondola crew. They are busy. Sparing a member of their staff for a few minutes is a big deal and sometimes they have just been too busy to do it.

When either of these things happens, i need to get carried onto the shuttle. Normally, it’s not a big deal, but being carried is not the most “uplifting” feeling for a grown man. Also, when being carried, my atrophied paraplegic body is exposed to everyone in line waiting for the shuttle. Not something i would normally choose. Most of the time, i don’t give a shit, but depending on the day, this has the potential to affect my brain hole, which can be dark. Sometimes I’m just out there trying to not get sucked into that darkness and little things like that can send me there. Not only that, but when i’m lifted out of my chair, my bladder likes to take the opportunity to start emptying itself, which can make for a bad day.

Old bike on the shuttle rack

On the shuttle bike rack, my bike takes up five to six spots—valuable real estate on a busy day. The shuttle crew, again awesome, typically struggle with loading it and also with deploying the bus’s wheelchair lift, which only works 50% of the time. When people have traveled far and have paid for an expensive lift tickets, extended waits mean fewer laps and fewer laps means not getting as much of a value. People are accommodating and gracious, but i know deep down that thought would be there for me and most likely is for others. Now serving Humble Pie!

Phew! i think i need a drink just writing this, but it’s not even noon yet, so i should probably wait.

Obviously, all this is terribly inefficient, and in my life as a wheelchair user, i have learned to focus on eliminating steps. Efficiency makes life a lot better for me. I’m lucky that i have a mind that works that way. So, with everything it takes to load and unload the gondola, i’ve been thinking that there just has to be a better way.

This thinking got me climbing some of the service roads instead. I have an e-assist. Why not? It all started while visiting Mammoth in early spring, before the bike park opened for the summer. At first, i would park at The Village and climb Uptown—the uphill trail equivalent to Downtown. This took me partially up the mountain where i could access an exciting trail named Shotgun, which i have gotten to know extremely well over the years. Then i extended this to more trails, incorporating a jump line next to Shotgun named Smooth Operator and the bottom section of Bullet, one off the most exciting trails on the entire mountain! When the snow melted a bit more, i realized i could climb up a little further and catch another jump line named Pipeline and even more of Bullet. If you haven’t seen my recent video about Bullet, i highly recommend it. I ride it in its entirety, get stuck a few times and perform some big rock drops, all on my own.

Life was looking up! This was much easier and extended the bike park season for me! All i needed was for the snow to melt and i could climb and ride several trails without any need for the gondola or shuttle. Then a spot on Uptown started giving me trouble … and therefore, some anxiety. It became a dance with probability every time i rode it. Would i make it or not? One time i sat at this spot for several minutes, one wheel off the downhill side of the trail, debating whether i should push it or not. I could make it just fine or roll down the hill. I’m no mathematician, but probably a 50/50 chance. Not good odds when a roll could mean breaking something on my bike or myself, not only ruining my trip, but most likely creating hardship for several weeks.

I said, “Fuck it!” out loud and slammed the accelerator with my thumb. I leaned uphill to counterbalance. Dust spewed from underneath the wheel as it struggled to regain the trail and fought the forces pulling it into the fall-line (downhill). I felt the bike want to tip, but i pushed harder and eventually made it. I was fine, but the stress of that moment and many like it over the years have left their mark, some of those moments not working out as well. Anxiety is not a feeling i want when trying to have an enjoyable trail experience.

Then one day, my bestie in Mammoth—firefighter, ski patroller, climber, photographer, all-around bad ass and pound-for-pound the strongest dude i know—Jeff Fox suggested climbing the service road instead of the trail. When he mentioned it, it was one of those things where i thought, “Why have i not been doing this all along?” This is what i proclaim to like doing anyway: climb the wide stuff and downhill the fun stuff.

Foxy got an Ebike to climb heinous shit with me!

Now, there are three ways to steer my bike: (1) When going downhill, my hands are on the handlebar. Obviously how i steer when making use of gravity and do not need to propel myself. (2) When climbing, my hands are on the hand crank, off the handlebar, and i steer with my chest. There are cables that attach a pivoting chest pad to the base of the stem. The stem is what connects the handlebar to the steering column. As i lean the chest pad to one side, this pulls the cables and, in turn, the stem and steering column. (3) When climbing narrow trail, opposed to wide open fire roads or double track, i need more precision steering, so i usually steer the handlebar with one hand and crank with the other. Having an e-assist enables me to do this, otherwise cranking with one hand would be impossible.

When on wide open stuff, like fire roads, i can rely completely on the chest steering, so I can crank with two arms. This makes for a much better workout and is why i prefer “climbing the wide stuff.” This is a good time to mention that i set my assist at a level for a comparable pace with able-bodied riders. I don’t just put it on blast mode and moto up the hill. I also do my best to stay ahead of the motor and get a pretty intense workout. This makes me an anomaly in the mountain bike world though. Fire roads are typically steep and loose. Unless someone is a complete glutton for punishment, pedaling up them is considered heinous to the majority of riders. I can’t expect my friends to do this and all this to explain that i traded the drama of riding the gondola for the need to find exciting trail combinations that i can ride confidently on my own.

A very Big Boy Trail named Flow

In my last Weekly Ride video, i showcase exactly this. I found two very fun trail routes that i have absolutely no problems with. This has not come without significant practice though. Over the past two bike park seasons, i have ridden a couple of these trails over and over again, building the skill and confidence necessary for solo missions. This took lapping them with friends who spotted me through questionable stuff and whom i would like to mention: Jeff Fox (mentioned earlier), Chris Orr (The Trails Guru) and Ben Peck (the Young Knowledgeable Ripper). These spots, that i needed to practice, I would never ride alone the first time and do not advise it for adaptive riders. Probably not just the first time either. It took me several laps to nail the lines and this is not advisable without a spotter.

Also, extending one of these trails and bypassing a sketchy, exposed section on another (via unofficial local connector trails) has made all the difference. This took local knowledge from Ben, who pointed these trails out to me. All this is … how do i say it … completely life-changing for me. I can now ride big boy trails at Mammoth Mountain completely solo with absolutely no one touching me. This is important. The sense of adventure, exhilaration, independence and ACCOMPLISHMENT combine to build my confidence as a rider, as well as my sense of manhood. I’m not a hurt little boy, but a strong virile man, riding gnarly shit without help. I’m a big boy now!

After reading this, you can watch the video knowing what i went through and what this all means to me:

Bullet Rebellion

Bullet Rebellion

Sometimes i just need to get my willies out. You probably know the feeling. When i wake up, i don’t usually feel stoked about the day. It takes intentional effort for me to choose a positive mindset. Awareness slowly fills my body. I breathe. I usually sigh, thinking, “Here we go again.” Then i stop myself. That’s no way to start a day, especially when i have so much to be thankful for. I have a nice car, a Mac Pro, an iPhone, an Apple Watch, a sic bike, friends, my relative health, an ocean view … the list goes on. Tack on being a white male living in southern California, one of the wealthiest areas of the world. I’ve got it good.

I grab my right leg and place it on the floor. Then my left. I leverage my body, angling towards the floor, to pull my upper body up. Momentum plays a key role here. I can’t interrupt this motion, otherwise i will fall back down. First things first. I need to pee. I always say, “I gotta go before i go!” Now that i’m sitting up, i need to get to the bathroom fast or the task of changing and cleaning myself will be added to the weight on my mind. I angle my chair and perform the automatic motion of transferring to it. This needs to be precise. Any miscalculation will result in splitting my butt cheeks open on the metal sideguards. This would mean weeks of bandaging and laying down. Something i can’t afford right now.

Once in my chair, i’m mobile. I zip to the bathroom, not forgetting to hit “Play” on the coffee maker on my way by. The bathroom light is blinding. I hold one eye closed as i lock my brakes in front of the toilet. I would rather forego the light and the imminent adrenal taxing, but inserting a catheter in the dark is not the easiest task, especially pre-coffee. I feel a huge relief when i urinate. Its not physical, its mental. Being incontinent, the thought is always there. You can never truly relax. In the moments after urination, that thought is gone for a while and the sense of relief is almost euphoric.

I’m not one of those people who brushes their teeth right away either. It messes with the taste of my coffee and i want to brush my teeth after coffee. This may have no basis, but i feel brushing before takes off any overnight coating that could help prevent staining. Brushing after takes off that coating along with any coffee that might want to stick around. The danger is that if i get straight to work and get focused, i don’t end up brushing my teeth—or putting on pants for that matter—until late morning, when i pull myself out of the dense computer fog that is video editing.

Before sitting down with my coffee, i open the drapes and let the natural light come in. This is a relief. The world is not over. Life is going on as usual. And this day is different too. I’m not at home. I’m in Mammoth … and i have intentions to get out whatever this thing is that lives inside me. The thing that plagues my mind. The thing that makes me want to do nothing and talk to no one. There is only one way. I need to push myself to the edge.

I move on to my second cup. This is my treat for being human, for having been through all that i’ve been through, and i enjoy it even more than the first, but in a different way. The first is like breathing life into my body for the first time. All the memories of cups of coffee in the rain, cups of coffee overlooking the foggy ocean, cups of coffee under a canopy of wise trees … all these memories flood in unison with one nostalgic sip after the other, all followed by the quintessential exhale and sigh. It all feels good. This is the feeling that gets me out of bed. Well, it’s the thought of the feeling. The second cup is much different. It’s like rebellion in liquid form. I don’t need it, but i want it. I purposefully choose indulgence over health. “I’m in control here and can do whatever the fuck i want.”

Fast forward and i’m in my bike, climbing up Mammoth Mountain. There is a slight rebellion in this as well. I’m choosing to forego taking the gondola up and climb the service roads instead. I’m not sure if it’s allowed during operational hours, but i’m doing it anyway. I have an e-assist, but i have set to one of the lowest levels. This level, i have found, is where i need it to be to pace most able-bodied riders. I give it a notch up when i’m riding with my fast friends and a notch down with less capable climbers. So i’m going the pace of an average rider and my heart rate is getting into the high 140s. I say all this to explain that i’m getting a pretty intense workout. I’m sweating. I’m breathing hard. My arms are tired … and it all feels so good! This might be a feeling you know—the feeling of destroying yourself. The feeling of letting all your anger bubble up to the surface and hammering those fucking pedals, one revolution at a time.

I dare not stop and rest either. My rear wheel slips in the loose dirt as the hill gets steep. I reach up and push the front right wheel with my right arm to keep the bike creeping along. This motion is like an overhead press. My shoulder burns. My neck starts to ache. I keep my eyes on the dirt directly below me and keep hammering.

Finally i arrive at my destination. Well, the beginning of my destination: the trailhead for Bullet.

Bullet is a trail i should probably not ride on my own. The difficulty of other trails is designated by color: green, blue or black. That’s beginner, intermediate and expert, respectively. Blacks are defined even further as single diamond or double diamond, the former being the most difficult. Bullet is above and beyond all this though. It is an orange pro-line and i’m not sure what i’m getting myself into. I do know that it has some serious rock gardens and rock drops. I am going to be challenged to my limit, but i need this. I need some sort of rebellion much larger than a second cup of coffee and with much more at stake. 

I’m not nervous. I start down the trail and it’s rowdy right from the beginning. I pick my way through the first rock garden, not knowing it is completely mellow compared to what i’m going to face further along the trail. On the next section, i spy two rocks ahead, choose what think is the best line, and commit to it. I barrel into the rocks with what i think is enough speed to carry me over them, but i miscalculate and get hung up, high centered on top. I teeter totter the bike back and forth. I push my weight this way and that way. I try to unweight one wheel and push the other. All to no avail, and after about ten minutes of fighting, i give up, huffing for air. I sit up and look around. It’s silent except for the wind caressing the trees. No one is coming.

I pull the quick release on my belt and begin the process of lowering myself to the ground, taking care not to twist my leg into a bad position. Once on the ground, i push the bike up and over the rocks almost effortlessly. This makes me think that maybe i should’ve just done this in the first place. Why do we do that? Why do we fight so hard to avoid something only to end up doing it anyway and realize its actually easier than the fight we put up?

Getting back in the bike takes a series of steps. First is lifting my butt onto the leg cradle. This takes a few tries as i balance the act of bearing my weight on one arm, throwing my head forward and down. This lifts my ass in the air, all in one motion, hoping to hit the target. Once i’m sitting on the leg cradle, the next step is getting my butt from the leg cradle into the seat. My pants get hung up on the edge, and i need to get the angle of approach just right, but i’ve done this so many times now that i’ve got it pretty good. I fold my right leg back and place it in the leg cradle on which i was just sitting. My left leg takes a little yoga move to get it up and over the bike to other side, where i put it in place.

Now, i’m back in the bike. I strap in, put my pack on, exhale in relief and start down the trail again to find the most difficult and sudden drop i will face on the trail. A series of drops lead up to it, so there is no seeing it ahead of time, and since i have never ridden this trail before, i have no idea what is on the other side. The world just ends. I don’t see it until i am on top of it. 

I creep to the edge and look over. It’s only about four feet down but that’s not the hard thing about it. It will put me in an off-camber situation that could easily roll me and the bike. When a roll happens, it happens fast and the chances for injury or breaking something on my bike are very high. These are the kind of stakes i need in my little rebellion. I freeze on the edge, gripping the brakes. I creep down a little further and things get very precarious, almost sideways, while I am pretty much vertical on the edge of the rock. I need to let go. It’s the only way. Otherwise, i will surely flip over. I take a series of large breaths to psyche myself up and do it. I let go.

My body instinctively takes over and i roll over it no problem, exclaiming with relief and a huge sense of accomplishment. Everything after that seems effortless. I actually do a drop much larger, closer to six feet, as if it is nothing. A series of three- and four-foot drops in succession don’t even phase me, flowing from one to the next. I get stuck a little bit in a couple other spots but am able to free myself. In the end, i make it down in one piece. Well, all in one piece, except my anger. I left that out there.

This is a Big Deal

This is a Big Deal

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PQ Air Rescue

Exactly three years ago, I experienced my first air Iift rescue (Full story HERE). And it was four years ago when I broke my chain during a down pour and got caught in a flash flood (Read that story HERE). But there are countless untold stories of turning my bike around on narrow singletrack with a drop-off, flipping over off the trail, complete strangers helping me, close calls and getting stuck time after time. When any of this happens, it turns what is intended to be an enjoyable day into something not so fun and I ride with a little bit of anxiety every time. Its not like riding on the road, with a smooth surface. Riding on trail is an entirely different animal. There is no way around it. That is just the nature of the sport. I can flip over and get stuck at any moment and it is the smallest of things that can change the entire experience in a flash.

Hence, The UNPavement. The main purpose of the project is to propel a movement, of all people, off the pavement and out into nature. We spend so much time on our devices, which incredibly allow us to do so much these days, but that time renders us that much more in need of a nice big hug from Mother Nature. You know the feeling after spending time in the ocean or out on the trail — that feeling of relief, of feeling at home? Thats important. It’s how we are supposed to feel and we’ve forgotten it.

Old video but explains the rating system

The problem, for people like me, is that getting out there takes equipment that can potentially have issues on the trail and the trail information dedicated to this just does not exist. Well not until now. Two years ago, I started The UNPavement with the vision of gathering this data over time so that adaptive riders, like me, can get out into nature safely. Knowledge is power.

The first step was developing a rating system and getting TrailForks to adopt it. Check that one off. It was a huge step for the project. Right now its still in its infancy stages, but as more and more trails are documented, adaptive riders, like everyone else, will begin to use the app more and more for their trail information. Not having to coerce locals into answering a question they don’t really have an answer to or playing Russian roulette with route choice makes me feel a lot less like a weirdo and more like an informed trail user.

An Introduction to The UNPavement with Jeremy P. McGhee.

Now, the rating system does not exist on its own. An all-inclusive resource would be WAY too complicated and therefore convoluted. In conjunction with videos and a trail blog, the rating system gives adaptive riders all the information necessary to make an informed decision. Currently, we are in the process of training other adaptive riders on the trail documentation process and soon there will be an army collecting this data.

First signs indicating adaptive ride around in PQ Canyon

The next step is signage and I am extremely proud to announce that the first adaptive signs have officially gone up in Los Peñasquitos Canyon Preserve in San Diego. Thanks to local trail advocate and SDMBA member, Mike Jennings, who took the bull by the horns on this one. This is a big deal. There is a ride around that Mike cleared for me on Tunnel 4 in PQ Canyon, but someone, meaning well in an attempt to protect the environment, keeps blocking it. So, that is where the first sign has been placed. Now, adaptive riders on that trail know where to ride around and the locals know why it’s being cleared.

When I imagine riding in a place I’m not familiar with, signage would alleviate a lot of my anxiety. Again, knowledge is power and we can provide that knowledge with a few well placed signs. The vision starts at main trail area signs with a short explanation of the rating system, what the acronym aMTB means and identification of the aMTB symbol. Then signs with the rating (aMTB 1, 2 or 3) will be placed at individual trailheads and signs with an arrow will indicate ride arounds. The latter is the first to be placed in the field and, like I said, this is a big deal. Good-bye anxiety and hello to a safer, more enjoyable trail experience. Hopefully this is just the beginning. Huge thanks to Mike Jennings and Gina Washington!

If you have questions, please go to www.theunpavement.org and email me at jeremy@theunpavement.org. Make sure to check out the YouTube channel at www.youtube.com/jeremypmcghee too!

Now, put that phone down and go get YOUR hug from Mother Nature!