CHRIS BADDICK MOUNTAIN BIKE COACHING

Chris Baddick

Category: Stories

  • A weekend in Southern California. Part 1

    A weekend in Southern California. Part 1

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    A new weekend and a new destination. Orange County, California. My view of southern california is entirely skewed by TV, rumour and stereotype. I imagined the sprawling highways crisscrossing the plains, smog filled air hanging above the the parched dusty city. I imagined hurried unhappy people around every corner and nowhere to stop and breathe. […]

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  • The Spring Forward

    The Spring Forward

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    The clocks changing is a universal marker for the changing of the seasons. Nothing else so clearly signals the ending of winter and the beginning of spring than finding every time-telling device you use and bumping it one hour forward. Or more accurately in this modern age, waking up that morning and having no idea […]

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  • Austin

    Austin

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    Bryan is navigating. I’m driving. Road 290, also known as 71; but it just threw us onto loop 1 (North). Also known as Mopac. We can still see Blake’s car ahead, weaving slowly between towering pick-up trucks bearing the distinctive logo of the Texas longhorns. We exit the highway (again), then shoot straight through the […]

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  • Salida

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    I live in a beautiful place. It’s called Boulder, and sits at the foot of the Rocky Mountains. From this little bubble of healthy living, I’ve branched out and explored around the U.S., one town at a time. One trail after another. A wondering spider web of pencilled in lines across my ever aging maps. […]

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  • Twelve Months, Twelve Photos

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    January It all started with Dad and I driving across the UK, into France, through Belgium and Germany and ending up in a snow covered Tirolean valley. Innsbruck was now home, and we celebrated with a couple of days skiing just above the city. I couldn’t think of a better way to start living in […]

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  • December on the Front Range

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    The icy cold had been burning into my nostrils on each breathe, sucking out the moisture and replacing it with the desire to stop breathing all together. The outside was telling me to go home and stop. Shut up, stop pedalling, stop exploring the mountains around Boulder. I listened. The winter snap that pushed arctic […]

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  • The end of Autumn

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    Christa and I took a brief trip up to Edwards this weekend to relax at the Ghent household. We’ve both been going non-stop for the last few weeks, and it was a relief to have a weekend with very little to do. Since collegiate nationals last weekend I’ve been suffering with the obligatory post-race cold. […]

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  • Soaking it all in.

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    Boulder flooded last week. Whilst at first, the wailing sirens and notices of evacuation all seemed very american drama queen for this Englishman used to the rain, in the end it turned out to have a pretty devastating effect on the surrounding area.

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  • The Boulder Update

    The Boulder Update

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    It’s been a whirlwind landing back in Boulder after nine months away. Coming into Denver via Iceland was a breeze, and I’m going to recommend IcelandAir to anyone who will listen from now on. My bikes came out of the airport machinery looking a little mangled, but a quick check over reassured me they were […]

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  • The riddle of the grumpy hiker

    The riddle of the grumpy hiker

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    Picture the day. It’s warm. The alpine breeze is gentle, coming over the top of the exposed peaks above you; cooling your skin. It feels good after the climb up the dirt road to the treeline. You’re stopped on an exposed rocky bend; a 180 degree view of the valley opens up before you. You […]

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