I'm all for speed. I love going fast. But as speeds increase and road conditions become sketchy, paper thin clothing needs to be replaced with something protective. At least for me they do.

That's a Monster Media rider, probably on GMR. I think I see national champion stripes on his sleeve too. One of SoCal's finest .

Also what he's doing is fairly routine for a road rider, even a non competitive one. Having said that, what he's done is certainly dangerous. I've crashed at 45 mph on a decent before and the road rash took a LONG time to heal.

Why is this in SSFG?

Good question.

EDIT: Probably because he wants to discuss it among the users of this forum, and not the total tools over in Road Cycling. It's not at all SS/FG related, but until enough people raise a stink about it we'll just let it pass.

Yep, we can easily pace motorcycles on many of the mountains and canyons out here. The first time I rode in the SB mountains I ended up playing leap frog with a group of motorcycles. It feels super sketchy when you don't know the terrain.

I used to see guys jamming down Palomar Mountain and Montezuma's Grade all the time, but I never saw them passing motorcycles. Of course, we were exceeding the speed limit by a click or two at the time.

I've gone about 55 downhill on a road bike in kit. I got a nasty high speed wobble that threw my hands off the bars, crotch slammed to the top tube, left knee hit the front wheel which was enough to kill the wobble so luckily I didn't crash. Surprisingly the tire took a lot of meat off my knee.

I lowsided a moped going around a corner at "only" 25mph while wearing only a bathing suit and it took months to grow all my flesh back. Sometimes I think road rash is worse than broken bones.

Those experiences make me pretty timid about hauling ass in shorts.

For general entertainment, like MTB downhill vids, burritos, music, CX vids, etc.

To make you question your life choices.

It got me to quit internet porn.

You must be familiar with San Diego. Did you live here? A (cat1) teammate of mine has the KOM for Montezuma - pretty impressive. The guy is very elite, only San Diego rider to go to the national road race this year.

What an amazing save! You're lucky; that could have been very nasty.

I've had several bad downhill crashes and so I don't bomb hills the way that I used to anymore. I'll rarely exceed 40 mph on a long decent these days.

Can't find the clip now, but in the latest Mash movie one of those dudes did a wacko descent on something like 59-14. It was pretty fast.

59.6 MPH, if memory serves.

Orange County for 46 years but did a lot of work in SD and spent a zillion weekends surfing SD beaches and riding all over. When I was into road bikes (mid 90s) we frequently did runs from Newport to the Oceanside pier and back. Going though Camp Pendleton was always "interesting." We'd also ride the rural inland portion of Carlsbad where all the farms and ranches are.

Very impressive. I used to shake my head in disbelief at those guys in the summer. I'd be sweating my butt off in full leathers and then I'd think about how FAR those dudes had to pedal. Crazy workouts. Amazing road surface there though. Kinda freaky how pristine it is.

No skill I assure you, just dumb luck. Bent the front wheel pretty badly too.

I always cringe when I watch the TDF mountain stages. An off is like jumping out of a car in your underwear. Like this year in the rain. Badasses.

Cool stuff [MENTION=362748]SquidPuppet[/MENTION]. Where those farms and ranches used to be is now a gigantic suburb called Bressi Ranch. It was open space when I was growing up, when they still had the Carlsbad Raceway. I had no idea you had so much history in the area.

It can't all be gone can it? I mean, it was thousands of acres.

I have motorpaced on both the road and track, but only behind a motorcycle with a driver that I know and trust. Never behind a stranger, especially if uninvited. Nowadays, I don't even join pacelines with strangers. My 70 y/o body doesn't heal very quickly anymore.

There is still open space and farm land in Carslbad, it's just greatly reduced, even in the 30 or so years that I've been kicking around.

I get nervous going 40 down a hill. I'd probably poop my pants going that fast.

Nice. My personal record is 47mph in town here in Arlington. I find a certain satisfaction any time I can pass up the automobile traffic. You get going that fast and you find yourself having an earnest discussion with Jesus about bicycle brakes...