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The first annual 12 hours of Penitence.

After the 24 Hours in the Sage was canceled in August I began looking for another event and was so glad to have found this awesome event.  I spent many days climbing in Penitente Canyon in my twenties and it was really cool to be back in this special place.  Sydney and her crew did a great job with this inaugural event.

The course was a 17+ mile with 1850’ of climbing and was nothing short of demanding, punchy, and downright rowdy, a true mountain bike course with lots of fun technical features, stout climbs and spicy descents.  I raced in the large solo category on my single speed set up with a 32 x 19.  After my second lap I switched to a 32 x 20 and would have gone to a 21 if I had one.

The day started out with cool temps and stayed mild throughout the morning.  There were some quick rain showers that kept the body temperature regulated and the mind invigorated.

My fourth lap was brutal!  It seems there are always a few of these moments when you fall apart.  The mind was weary, the body struggling, and mojo low.  Mid lap, I watched a Goss Hawk play on the thermals of the ledgy rocks and reminded myself not to fight the forces but to “play” with them.  It settled me down and at the top of the Witches Canyon climb I was rewarded with a Rainbow.  It fueled my soul and put power back in my legs.

Jeff my good friend, colleage, and crew man had a fried egg sammy waiting for me and I savored my usual last lap beverage of choice, a real sugar Coke in a bottle.  I rallied hard on my last lap moving up two positions and tried to come in by 5:15 so that I could ride a sixth lap but came in 7 minutes too late.  It was probably better because I was destroyed and not sure I had another damn hard 17 miles in me.

I ended up 4th place in the solo category and was the first single speed rider.  Missing the podium again by one place stings but I’m getting closer I suppose.  I felt very fit coming in and although I am proud of my finish I was also a bit humbled by the demanding nature of the course.  Big thanks to Jeff for crewing for me, Sydney and Brink for a kick ass event, and of course Moots for my most amazing ride and support.  My YBB handled the rocky course with precisión, accuracy, and fortitude.  I love my bike!

Thanks for reading…

~David Gensch



GrassMoots rider and all around great-guy Dave Gensch puts his cycling passion towards an amazing cause.  He writes about yet another year of supporting the Courage Classic in the Colorado high country.  He writes…….


Dave taps out the miles and reflects on what really matters..

Each year, I look forward to this event for a myriad of reasons. The route and riding covers some very scenic miles in Central Colorado over great passes, open mountain valleys, and ripping descents. The cause and fund raising efforts are motivating and inspiring. The most impactful part of this event are the stories from the families, children, and hospital staff. The courage and bravery, whether it comes from loss, the journey, or eventual health, is humbling to say the least. I again, had wonderful response to my donation requests and it’s all of you who are really helping make a true difference so thank you.

This year, my friend Justin White joined my father and I. Recovering from a recent hernia surgery, my dad opted to ride the abbreviated routes and was so happy to be part of the event and to ride his bike as much as he did following his surgery. Justin and I enjoyed the Copper Triangle route on the first day and made it home before the monsoonal flow came in. We had a wonderful dinner with Heather, the Wheels of Justice Team Captain, her Husband Robert and some close friends on the team.

Sundays route took us from Copper Mountain around Lake Dillon to Keystone, Breckenridge, to the top of Hoosier Pass, and then returned us to Copper Mountain in a steady rain. We were prepared for the weather so it was still a very special day on the bike through stellar country. That afternoon was the Wheels of Justice barbecue. They had a touching presentation with two guest families. Hazel passed at 3 1/2 years old after an almost 3 year battle with brain cancer even with an eight month remission teaser. The other guest family is a dig deep “work in progress” story filled with hope, prayer, and a honest lump in the throat.

On Monday, Justin and I opted to keep up the spirit of “pushing through” in honor of the children and their families and abandoned the events last day to ride our own path home. We left Copper Mountain shortly after 6:00 A.M. and road over Fremont Pass to Leadville, Twin Lakes and then over Independence Pass back to Carbondale. Justin’s Girlfriend Brianna drove my truck home and helped us with some road side snacks and water.It was again an amazing weekend that brings me back to center and reminds me of my fortunes and how coming together to support each other is not only rewarding it is essential. Our ride finished out with 273 miles and over 17,00’ of vert in the three days.

When I signed in this year, I was awarded a riding plate representing being the 65th highest donation earner out of the some 2500 participants. This year I collected just over $4000. Again this is because of all of you who graciously contributed and everyone involved, I can not thank you enough.

David Gensch



GrassMoots Racer Dave Gensch files this report on his 2015 18 Hours of Fruita experience.  A little lighter on the clothing front, Dave battled through stomach “issues” to complete an amazing amount of miles.  Read below for more…..

Dave prepares to orbit Highline Lake about 22 times.

Time to dig deep…

This years event coincided with a huge life change for me and my mind, heart, and soul were all over the place as the days inched closer to the start. Fortunately the early dry spring had left my body feeling fairly prepared to ride in a counterclockwise circle for a while. Arriving on Thursday evening, the usual suspects from the Roaring Fork valley set up camp in our annual spot right on the course in “solo row”. It never fails to amaze and impress me how quickly and creatively this space transforms into a legit Shanty town of epic proportions.

Friday morning was spent stretching and preparing for the ride. Bottles, drink mixes, lights, food, and all the bike maintenance stuff laid out to keep the tradition times tight. I put myself to sleep at 1:30 in the afternoon with the intention of sleeping until 9:30. Unfortunately, I was so hydrated and woke up at 4:00 having to pee badly and was also very hungry. After some grub, I lied back down and attempted to sleep but basically rested for 4-5 more hours. I got up at 10:00 p.m. and made some coffee and breakfast.

Shanty town.

The temperature at the midnight start was perfect and the almost full moon was rising towards mid sky. My new Moots Pandana covered my mouth for the ensuing dust huffing fest and I started 2-3 minutes late to let the fracas settle down a bit. The first 4-5 hours went very smooth and I was almost too hydrated as I needed to pee every 30-40 minutes. Don, my crew man had 3 or 4 food bite options for me at each lap and the transition times were a minute or two. The last lap with lights always seems to hurt and I usually end up finding those first dark side moments in the ugly corners of my brain. The next lap however was brilliant as the moon set in the west under a blood red cloud line and the softer colors to the east revealed the new day. Knowing full well I would soon be hot, I enjoyed being under dressed for the next few laps as the sun started to climb. My body generally felt good but those usual trouble spots starting reminding me of their existence. There is one large dead tree that you ride under and for 4 of my morning laps there was a very large Bald Eagle that was just sitting in the tree watching the riders go by. It very cool to say hi each lap and I ended up talking him more than my crew during that time.


By noon, Don who had crewed through the night passed off the touch to Jeff and headed home. On my first lap after 12:00, I quickly realized that I might not have stuck the food/supplement/ drink mix/ water ratio. I urgently dismounted my bike mid lap and ran to the bushes unfortunately sacrificing my new Pandana for the cause. Usually I’m very fond of bibs, but the next 4 hours were a blur of both trail side and proper bathroom stops, often more then once during the average 40 minute lap. This was rough to say the least and now my nutrient and hydration levels were falling off rapidly. My stomach was cramping and all I could get down was sparkling water and 1 or 2 bites of a grilled cheese each lap. The afternoon winds had also become increasingly strong and at times was down right demoralizing.

Team work in a solo event.  Gotta have it.

My goal coming into the race was to ride for the full 18 hours. I finished my 22nd lap at 5:20 and there was no chance of pulling a 40 minute lap after the last 17 hours, especially the last 5 hours of G.I. issues. I ended up riding 160.6 miles and was 19 minutes out of third place. Obviously a podium would have been sweet but this was big effort for me. Other adventures have lasted much longer, but this one really sticks out as possibly having dug as deep as ever before. I had such an amazing crew and they made it all possible. Don and Jeff who werethere just to assist me and Darin, Blake, Mark, Ken, and Dan who were there supporting the lady teams in our camp made everything so smooth and positive for me. My new YBB is an absolute dream and not only was I very comfortable sitting on her for that length of time but the ride is so precise, smooth, and damn dreamy. Thanks everybody!

David Gensch



The Roaring Fork Valley in the heart of Colorado is an amazing place to ride, work and raise a family.  GrassMoots rider Dave Gensch resides there and without doubt is a stand out cycling community standout. He writes in about his 2014 cycling adventures and events.  He’s got a great passion to see people discover the bike……

Happy new year to all of you!

Ride stop in Moab on the way to 24 Hours of Old Peublo

I hope that your holidays were full of joy, togetherness, and adventure.  As much as I am loving winter, I find myself very excited for the upcoming cycling season.  Here is a “Grass Moots” look back at 2014.  Starting in February, Jason Coble, and Matty P. picked me up in the Moots Sprinter van and we headed to Tucson for the 24 Hours of Old Peublo.

Moots compound at 24 Hours of Old Pueblo

Stoping in Moab for a brief ride with Ruthie Mathis and visiting a Moots dealer in Tucson we all thoroughly enjoyed the sun and sharing Moots demos in the Sonoran desert.  It was great to ride and meet Patrick Wilder and catch up with Rob Mitchel.  What an honor it was to be included on this trip.

White Rim in a day

The early spring dried out nicley and an annual White Rim in a day was as usual, spectacular.  What a special place to ride your bike with friends.  In May, I raced the 18 hours of Fruita solo.  Usually racing in a duo format, I just paced myself and road for 17 of the 18 hours ending up 7th place in very talented feild.  The rest of May and into June, kept me close to home riding with my children and working on the new local bike park and trails.

The kids are the most important.  Riding in Fruita.

Each year my father and I, along with other friends, ride the Courage Classic.  This event is a fund raiser for the Childrens Hospital of Colorado.  We are on the Wheels of Justice team and we were again the top fund raising team raising over $300,000.  As a top earning team we get to alocate where our funds go and they all directly go to childhood cancer and blood disorder treatments and research.  Thanks to all of the people who graciously donated, my father and I raised just under $10,000.  This is always a highlight of the summer.  The riding is great, some 200-250 miles over three days in the central mountains of Colorado, but the pertanance of the event and the magnatude of emotion and gratitude far surpases everything else.

Some single track on the Psychlo X

My wife and kids headed out east and I found myself with 3 totally free days.  Wanting an adventure, from my house in Carbondale with a small backpack, I road to the Moots factory.  After enjoy some beers with you all and a great visit with Matty and Lacey, I grabed a ride to Eagle the next day with Matty and then road over Cottonwood pass back to my house.  Mostly new roads for me and great to see all of you.  In August the Pro tour came through Aspen, Snowmass and Carbondale.  So very cool to see the best riders in the world in my stomping grounds.  We road a ton of miles folowing the riders and also included the kids as one leg of tour passed a couple of hundred feet from my house.

Raging in the Sage

I then raced the 12 Hours in the Sage again trying it solo.  I was on pace for a top 5 or better finish and feeling strong when I had a very hard crash 2 miles into the 13 mile loop on my 5th lap.  I was dangerously all over the place for the rest of that lap with a very bloodied and bruised arm, and as night settled in along with a light rain, I decide to pull the plug.  Early fall in “constructionlandia” tends to keep me close to home enjoy the great single track and dirt roads for epic cross tours.  In October, my father and I road The Tour of the moon with my race partner Don and his wife.  A great ride that travels through Colorado National Monument and as alaways fun to ride with my old man.  The fall closed out with some local cross races and some early snow.

Bikes, views, bench. This life.

Looking back, it was a well rounded summer with some success, adventure, challenge, failure, and reward.  I look forward to 2015 and have similar events on the callender.  A mix of local volunteer work, a handfull of endurance events, the Courage Classic and Tour of the moon.  I also put together a 5 day tour for my dads 68 birthday with 4 of his best friends, myself, and my mom “sag wagoning”.  Riding from his house in Snowmass over Indepedence Pass to Mt Princton hot springs.  Then over Monarch pass to Gunnison,  On day three, we will ride along the Black Canyon and stay at a vineyard B&B in Paonia.  Then, over Mclure Pass to Avalanche Hot Springs, and finish off the last day riding back to Snowmass.  Also, I will be remodleing Aloha Mountain Cyclery in few weeks and it will provide an even better customer experience and service department.

On course for US PRO CHALLENGE

I am always honored to be able to represent Moots Cycles and hope that you are interested in me continuing to do so.  In the past 6 years that I have been a Moots abassador, Moots is now becoming a well establish brand in the Roaring Fork Valley.  I think Aloha is well into double digit sales now and I am happy to be a part of that.  As you know if I’m not riding my bikes, I do what I can to make sure someone else is.  Once people ride them and see them in their garages…the rest is history ;-)


~David Gensch

~GrassMoots member since 2009



New GrassMoots Team member Tab Tollett pilots his Moots

We’ve got a new shop in Chattanooga, TN (SUCK CREEK CYCLE) and to go along with the new shop we have a new GrassMoots Team member in Chattanooga as well.  Meet Tab Tollett…..

To get things rolling, Tab writes about PICK YOUR POISON XC

So today I took the Moots YBB out for a 24 mile cross country race. I skipped the masters race as it was only 16 miles. I needed to beat my legs up a little and get in an additional lap. Yesterday I did a 4.5 hour single track training ride. It’s time to start dialing up the miles for the Cohutta 100 next month. So this weekend I decided to double up and get in some intensity with the cross country race. I’m not a big fan of cross-country races as I like the longer endurance races between 50-100 miles. Anyways, this Sunday morning I awoke early. An hour earlier than my biological clock was used to due to daylight savings time going into effect. The race started off typically fast on and uphill rise onto a small section of pavement where it quickly funneled into a single track lap of fast twisty rolling terrain with a few short punchy climbs. Each lap was an eight mile trek through the Booker T Washington state park. At the end of the race I finished the open class mid pack as I expected. It was a fun way to spend a Sunday morning. The YBB was as always a pleasure to ride and I’m looking forward to dialing up the miles in preparation for the Cohutta 100 next month.



GrassMoots Racer Dave Gensch based in Carbonadale, Colorado made the journey with our crew to the 24 Hours in the Old Pueblo.  These are his thoughts on the trip…..

Leaving behind waist deep powder, Jason, Matty and Alex arrived in the Moots sprinter van and picked me up in Carbondale as we headed west.  Stopping off in Palisade to meet Ned and Ed, we picked up 6 cases of beer kindly donated from Ska Brewing and continued on towards Moab to ride the new Bar M trails, where we met Ruthie Mathis and got some sweet single track in the setting sun.  Thankfully we brought some lights as the ride carried on a for a while…Even a bit longer for Matty and Jason as their topo reading seemed to encouraged a left turn option at each trail junction.  After some Pizza we hopped back in the van and headed south into the moon lit desert.  The lack off heat in the back of the van brought out our sleeping bags and Matty and Jason did a great job of driving through the night to land us in Phoenix at 5:00 a.m.  Our Denny’s experience could not have been better scripted if it had been written for a sitcom as our bigger, more masculine waitress, proceeded to tell us about how her “muscles of steal” would break the ends off the bars of her ten speed back when she used to ride.  A stop at Bike Haus and Trader Joes put us back in the van and on our way to the venue.

24 Hour Town is a culminating spectacle of the many walks of life that are loosely connected to the smile that rolling on two wheels bring oneself.  Setting up both our camp and the demo tents at the expo site in afternoon sun was a treat after coming from the Colorado blizzard conditions of the past few weeks.  We were quickly able to new make friends by passing out free cold Ska beer.  The almost full moon rose as the sun lit the western horizon; the air was filled with dust and excitement.

Friday morning was fuelled by not only caffeine but the ever growing crowds as the venue continued to fill up.  We each took turns working the demo and shredding the super fun 16+ mile course.  As the sun set on a busy day the evening buzz settled in slowly.  Rob and Patrick made it in just in time for the sponsors dinner and we were treated to a nice meal of tacos…although we had eaten a similar meal the previous two days, it felt natural as we were only 80 miles from Mexico.  The early night quickly turned debaucherous as the drum circles and campfires raged on until the 4;00 A.M. hour.

Race day came with a dust-laden sunrise, warm temps and a great vibe, as everyone seemed very ready to ride their bikes in a circle. Matty and Alex each raced solo and we took some time in the morning to “punch in” and get the scoop on what they were looking for in us crewing for them.  Fortunately, Patrick volunteered the info that he would run when he only had a short time to work out.  So naturally we chose him to do the Le-Mands start for our corporate team of six…even though I lost the arm wrestle with Jason the night before which was suppose to determine this order.

My first lap was at 3:30 and it felt great to ride a lap in a race environment again.  Both Matty and Alex each had a solid first few laps as well.  The dry, loose, and cactus riddled course rides fast but begs for each rider to stay the course or result in great peril with the utmost impalement of every type of cacti.  My next lap was at 1:00 in the morning as each rider had solid laps and most importantly, a ton of fun.  I had a quick crash and unknowingly lost my water bottle in the first two miles.  When I reached down to grab a sip at mile 3 and found no water bottle, I knew I had to settle in and just ride.  Riding at night down here is otherworldly and very fun.  Alex and Matty kept burning laps as we tried to crew for them the best we could.  The sunrise again was spectacular and birthed another hot and dusty day and the early morning laps were a treat.  After off the couching it, Matty had hit the wall…what a very solid effort and performance.  Alex who had been at the front, had started to break down as well as his knee had started to sized…Oh yeah, he was riding a bike he never had and after some 200 miles he started to feel it.  Our 6-person team had great laps and some quality trailside P.R. for Moots with flat tire assistance and cacti removal.

At the end of the day Each solo rider posted great results especially coming from snow country, our corporate team rode well and had a blast ripping the Sonoran Desert.  Those of us who were finished racing broke down camp as the race came to an end.  Dirty and Dusty, I think we all enjoyed the weekend.  Sharing brews with strangers, Turning people on to the sweet ride that is a Moots bike, and getting to know new people all while riding bikes.  After packing it all up we found, Yo Polly’s Pizza in Scottsdale on the way home and couldn’t have found a better authentic nightcap to an amazing time…”I’m Just Saying.”

So a special thanks to Jason for the invite, Matty, Alex, Patrick, Rob, and Ned for being very different but great people, Ed who did a great job of both crewing and bringing some great humor to our adventure, and to Dave T for giving the Ska beer to share the love.  I really appreciate everything that you all brought to a whirlwind five days in the Sonoran sun. Thanks Guys


David Gensch



GrassMoots hard man Patrick Wilder came from his home in Olympia, Washington to take his laps with the Moots crew.  He put together the following photo essay and a few things he learned at the 24 Hours in the Old Pueblo .

A little of this will take the edge off people in 24 hours town beating a drum until 3 a.m.


Never pick up hitchhikers at 4 a.m.

If you want to turn fast laps in the desert you need to do less of this in the weeks leading up to the race.

Riding on this the weeks leading up to the race does not prepare you for ripping dusty single track.

Take time to watch the sunset

And sunrise

Always buy something from a kid wearing a ZZ top shirt selling ice-cream in the middle of the desert.

Always book a first class ticket when you have the air miles. Your fellow travelers will love it when you sit down in a seat smelling of sweat and mesquite looking like a complete dirt bag.

The only rule in 24 hour town is equally applicable in life



Secret stash-

Hopefully you have one. That place where you turn laps, experiment with tire pressure, two wheel drift and let the imagination run.

One of my favorite parts of Cx season is the practice course.

Oak bottom ,Tabor, Pier Park, Randall’s Island, Vancouver Lake all places I’ve invested hours turning laps.

One of my favorites was a tight course I’d practice while living in NYC. West Side park with it’s tight turns around those iconic NYC Park and Rec garbage cans. Dodging joggers and dogs, and looks from people wondering what on earth I was doing.

My latest course in OlyWA- AKA “the secret stash” has quickly become a favorite. Who can blame me? last week I rode a flat half way home on a leaf covered trail and made a bike exchange in my own garage to finish the workout.

Here’s to enjoying your own “Secret Stash”

Barrier sector in the Woods behind my home

Rhythm Single track Sector along the canal.

Wet covered leafs= perfect 2 wheel drift practice

Run Up-


Our Northwest GrassMoots Team rider Patrick Wilder hits the nail on the head with this post….Secret Stash. Patrick participates in all disiplines of cycling and has completed several Rapha Gentlemen’s Races from coast to coast.  You can read more about Patrick here: GRASSMOOTS-PATRICK WILDER



GrassMoots racer George Lapierre closes the book on another season in Willistion, Vermont.  From the sounds of it he had a good season and is looking forward to the “other” seasons headed his way.  He writes….

Here in Vermont the days are getting shorter and the sun is setting on another riding season.  In the Northeast we get to experience the whole spectrum of seasons.  Spring (we call it mud season) Summer (tourist season) Fall (more tourist season) and Winter (skiing tourist season.)  We even have a season between Fall and Winter, when the trails are covered with leaves that used to be on the trees, called Stick season.

This biking season flew by.  Spring road miles gave way to bare trails, races were raced, some podiums were climbed and some outright failures were had.  I got to travel to bike, bike to travel and explore new local trails.  Old friends were visited, new friends were made, and I continued to be amazed at where my bike could take me.  As the season progressed, I even got a little tired of biking.  Eventually, between adding on to the house and starting school again, I had to relegate my riding to commuting, and run for exercise (not as much fun…..any sport that you can’t coast downhill isn’t maximizing the fun factor) But, as seasons change, along with our time constraints, there are some friends that are always ready for adventure. I know my bike, whether ‘cross, commuter or single speed, always able to take me to new places, old places, and everywhere in between.


“The Saturday morning cold toe”…A.K.A. White Rim in a day

David Gensch joins Moots this year for his second season on the GrassMoots Team.  He’s and amazing person, adventure on skis, bikes and life. This time around he takes us on his White Rim in a day trip.  For those of you that know this route and for those that don’t, it’s a ride that either done over multiple days with support or one big ride with no support, it’s an experience either way.  For today you can read Dave’s account of it below:

My breath deepened and slowed as my mind expanded with the horizon line, realizing just how log it had been since I was last in the great South West desert.  After setting up camp at the bottom of Mineral Bottom, the evening light broke through the afternoon thunderclouds and gave us quite a show during our walk to set up the beer cache.

The alarm went off early and just as quick as the night had ended the coffee was brewed.  Oatmeal, spiked with Honey Stinger gel took a bit more work to get down, but we were off shortly after 5:00 A.M.  This was Matt’s first time riding both the White Rim as well as this length of ride.   I had no doubt that he would stick it.

The first hour and a half is a climb in the pre dawn light and at sunrise we crested the high point for the day.  Riding a few miles further to the top of the Schafer Trail where our water cache was, we noticed the morning chill.  Dropping into the canyon, our thin rain jackets did little to shelter us from our chattering teeth and numb toes but the decent is fast and soon we were committed to the next 75 miles of desert.

It always seems that the next ten or so miles trend decieviously uphill but I wonder how much of it is my mind telling me to settle in for the next 8 hours.  I hear some of Matts fist heavy sighs and feel my own tweaks and twinges as the early season creeps its way into our ride.

The morning sun trended upwards and our layers began to shed as the rhythm of our pedal strokes regulated themselves.  Stopping at some of the more spectacular viewpoints, we made sure to keep fueled and hydrated.  By mid day we were half way and although I felt different parts of my body more than others, the simple joy of peddling my bike in the desert far out weighed any discomfort.

Lunch on top of Murphy’s Hogback was timely and welcomed as some famish and heat goose bumps teased us both.  The cool rock and warm sand soothed our poorly prepared spring bodies while we lightened our packs by grubbing down.

The rowdy double track downhill off of Murphy’s sets up the remaining 30 something miles with some more featured and fun riding and stunning scenery.  We lucked out with not too much afternoon wind and enjoyed a smooth pace.  Late in the afternoon, dark clouds came quick and we put in a push to get over Hard Scrabble before any rain would come.  We enjoyed a beer at the top that I had previously frozen and it was still nice and cold.

I told Matt that there would be a sand section towards the end of the ride and it was soft and deep this year.  It’s definitely a, “put your head down” section and not much fun but we had a beer cache at the old corral.  Another treat to bring in the last 6 miles.

We washed off the day in the Green River and cooked some burgers to enjoy by the fire.  We had no flats or mechanicals and although we both were not in biking shape we had great day in the desert.  It’s always a gift to spend time in these ancient and ever-changing places…


Many thanks to Nic at Aloha for setting our bikes up as we had a completely maintenance free day.


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