Palm Canyon Epic (PCE) is a true SoCal classic mountain bike ride. The trail begins at the top of the Pines to Palms Scenic Byway (California State Route 74) at 4,400 ft elevation in the Ribbonwood/Spring Crest area and ends in Palm Springs. It’s not a particularly long or difficult ride, 30 miles and 2,500 feet elevation gain, but you need to be fit, have better than intermediate skills, and no fear of off camber trails with sheer drops. A good sense of humor is also a plus because invariably there’s always an incident or two. And the incidents always add hours to the ride, which leaves you on the trail in the heat of the day with the sun sucking the moisture and energy out of your body. In years past we’ve seen a concussion, broken wrist, cholla painfully imbedded in various body parts, slashed tires that have been unrepairable, broken chains, broken spokes, and flat tires are a given. Oh yeah, and plenty of blood.
Naturally, the bigger the group, the higher the odds of incidents. We try to limit the group to 5 people max. This year was Amelia, myself, Bill, Tim, and Quan. Bill and Tim had never met Quan. Quan, Amelia, and I had never met Tim. None of us had ever ridden with Tim. And Quan and Tim had never done the ride.
Hmm… sounds like a recipe for all kinds of incidents! Truth be told, it was just your typical PCE ride. A slashed sidewall at 3.6 miles. The sealant wouldn’t seal it, so we inserted a tube. While Tim and I were doing that, the other 3 were about a half mile down the trail. The girls got to witness Bill do a triple somersault over his handlebars. I’m so bummed I missed that! Thankfully he was not injured, only bloodied. Miles further down the trail Tim was upside down like a turtle. A few miles later his chain came off and he crashed into a cholla. And a potential disaster was adverted towards the end of the ride when the girls noticed Quan’s rear thru axle was loose.
We unintentionally had a new finish to the ride, and it seemed like it was never going to end. It cost us at least an hour. If you are ever out here, avoid the Araby Trail. It’s not the way to finish. Everyone was out of water, dehydrated, dying from the heat, and barely holding on to their sense of humor. When it was all said and done, we were on the trail for almost 7 hours. About 2 hours too long. We left home at dawn and got back at dusk. It was a 13 hour odyssey. What a great day!
Fucking dangerous, expensive and painful sport. I still blame you (Harris) for getting me into this mess called Mountain Biking. My Sunday 13 miler was no big deal except for road runners, coyotes, snake and wild turkeys. All in the safety of back yard trails in Poway. Have a great week. Mike Scozzafava(858) firstname.lastname@example.org
I’ve got a huge grin on my face!
As I approach 50 I finally have to admit I am no longer 22. You all still look that young and I know at least G is well beyond that. Good for you. May the vigor keep you young.
Love your story telling! And, pics are fabulous. You guys rock!!! Mountain biking is a difficult sport and I really admire you both!