Real name: Isabel (But my friends call me Isa)

Where do you live?: just outside Granada, Spain

Explanation of your handle: The kind of trails I like to ride!

Explanation of your avatar: Don't have one yet

Age (general or specific): I'm a '69 baby

Occupation: Independent Scholar (yes, I left academia voluntarily); Law School Student (And I returned to academia voluntarily); Small-business Owner (to finance all that "volunteering")

Favorite bike: Whichever one I'm riding.

What's in your stable?: Automatic watering hole, horse feed, hay, muck bucket, alas, no horse, 'cause the stupid City Hall has denied the permit... But I AM fighting City Hall ...

In my garage I have: 1998 Trek 950 MTB; 2005 BH-A85K (Carbon Stays) MTB; 2007 BH-650 (Carbon fork and stays) Roadie.

Fastest speed on a road bike? where? when? 65 KPH (~40MPH) descending from one of the smaller mountains in my area.

Another picture of yourself or your ride? I hate having my picture taken.

What is the biggest lie you've ever told: Yes, mom, of course I like boys...

Most memorable moment on my bike: Finishing the Ronda 101 km MTB race (in Ronda, Malaga), I still can't believe I made it up the "tajo" in Ronda. After going 99 km through the local sierra, the last 1.5 km are an ascent folks here call "La Cuesta del Cachondeo" (Loosely translated: the "Yagottabekidding me ramp"), in less than 2 km you climb almost 200 meters up what looks like a vertical wall...

Most fun ever had on a bike?: When I was living in Santa Cruz, CA (ca. 1998) a friend lent me her Trek 830. I was wearing, I kid you not, white sneakers, white socks, white shorts, white t-shirt. I rode all over Wilder Ranch, up to Empire Grade, across the UCSC campus and down the other side and back to town. When I came home, I had mud inside my ears and a grin the size of Texas. The next day I bought the 950!
The clothes I had to soak for a week to get the mud out

Least fun in a ride: Almost three years ago I had a monumental crash on a trail in the Sierra. I cracked the head of the shoulder bone, and they spent two hours picking little stones outta my leg and butt in the ER. This was a month before I opened my business, so rehab was delayed (by me), and it has taken me two years to recover full mobility and strength. In the meantime, 20 Kg. have found their way onto my hips and belly (don't know how). But I am now fully recovered, going to the gym for core and spinning exercises, and the roadie is on the trainer. And I'm doing Ronda next May if it kills me I'll keep y'all posted.