Doesn't seem that long ago Spengahli and I were headed up to Captiva for a jaunt and java. And, once again we had a beautiful day for a ride. This time we even added a beer (or two) to the equation. One addition for next year will be a mechanic, me thinks.
After getting the bikes off-loaded, situated and supplies readied, we headed out. Spenghali seemed to be struggling a bit on the Raleigh Technium. I quietly figured it was due to the fit and age -- of the bike. A common note of conversation became the little noises emanating from the aging steed (again, bike not rider:)
When we reached our half-way mark and stopped for an iced mocha (you guessed it, this is not a qualified training ride) we noted the back wheel was pinned to one of the back stays! Nice... real professional fit job on my part. Rubbed the paint off! Wheel barely spun around. He must have felt like he was riding at least three gears heavier.
Needless to say, once corrected, the ride home was much smoother, especially with the addition of a last minute stop for beer and chowder close to home. Yummy.
We are talking of rides for next year and jersey design. Mountain Mama, Seagull no doubt but one more "casual" group effort would be nice. A healing of the economy plays a big part in all this -- for travel funds as well as donations for Lab Rescue
All for now. Look for my next blog coming in 2009 -- a vintage bicycle restoration/riding chronicle. Sure to engross at least one reader (me:)
Spin On
Tuesday, December 30, 2008
Thursday, December 18, 2008
Warm Holiday Greetings
It just isn't right to be celebrating Christmas in shorts and a Tshirt... Unless of course they are bike shorts. Which I intend to do at least once with a "Captiva Coffee Cruise" with R2R Teammate Spenghali. I have spent too much time on the spin bike not the road and hope to amp up my "season" around Christmas.
I must admit, I do enjoy the spin classes but they are in jeopardy of canceling them because of lack of attendance. Last night there were only two of us. The teacher pulled up so close she could almost touch my knob. On the bike people, on the bike! Good Lord, keep your mind out of the gutter - it is getting in my way:)
Here is a link to the recording artist Leggo Beast and his monolog "The New Deal" the subject of a previous post.
Spin On
Tuesday, December 16, 2008
Rolling Along
Last week I actually hit my target workout schedule. Extra weights at the gym Tuesday -- feeling it in the glutes for sure do to the extra squats. Wednesday and Saturday spin and even hit the road for an hour Sunday. Now that felt good:) I would have like to ride Friday, but spent 13.5 hours working around a photo shoot. It is a lot of standing, walking and lifting, so I figure that counts for something, no?
In between Holiday prep I have been trying to work on my next bike rehab. This Raleigh will become a fixie as well, two-tone paint and black accents. For good or bad, we have had unseasonably warm weather so I can be out working. I hate buying Christmas trees in T-shirts. It just 'aint right.
Spin On
In between Holiday prep I have been trying to work on my next bike rehab. This Raleigh will become a fixie as well, two-tone paint and black accents. For good or bad, we have had unseasonably warm weather so I can be out working. I hate buying Christmas trees in T-shirts. It just 'aint right.
Spin On
Thursday, December 4, 2008
Age Spotted
One week ago it was my birthday. I have reached the ripe old age of 47. Don't feel it, but there you have it, I am probably genetically just past middle age.
I had a great day. Sushi for lunch, closed early and hit some bike shops, dismantled an old Schwinn for parts and the off to spin class. It was a hard, cardio workout which I undid with a Chimay to celebrate:)
Thanksgiving was spent with friends and ended around a bonfire in the "cold" for us Floridians.
Friday pressure cleaned the house and nursed some brain cells back from the abyss. I enjoy red wine to a fault;)
Saturday bike rehab and chores. Sunday lights up. I really began to spot my age -- sadly. A nagging elbow which has persisted for six months flared up and I was sore. I had had it with the elbow so today saw an elbow surgeon. Arthritis, fortunately mild. He indicated that it should not effect any activity as long as I try to keep it from full extension and take an anti-inflammatory as needed. I hope to be done with medical test for a long while and keep the blog to bikes and dogs. Speaking of which makes me feel really bad for Emily with all her joint problems. Gladly she seems to be okay.
My day was made when my new fixie wheels arrived along with a stem, bullhorn bars and a Brooks limited edition saddle. The weather outside was PERFECT for riding. My job however got in the way. I am loving this build thing. The research and shopping are a blast. I only wish I had more time for the mechanics and some riding -- it has been way to long since my cheeks hit the saddle. Maybe this weekend.
Spin On
Wednesday, November 26, 2008
Happy Thanksgiving
To both my loyal readers, Happy Thanksgiving:) The end of the year has been a struggle, but the search for positives leaves me feeling optimistic for the coming year. Change might be uncomfortable, but can be for the better.
I hope to Spin, ride and burn off the copious amounts of triptophene I intend to ingest.
I have included a couple cool pix I snagged of Fixed Gear Gallery. One of a concept bike
and the other is a statue at Pau, the top of a mountain stage in the TdF paying tribute to the riders.
My best to you all, enjoy the season and please, find something to be thankful for.
Spin On
I hope to Spin, ride and burn off the copious amounts of triptophene I intend to ingest.
I have included a couple cool pix I snagged of Fixed Gear Gallery. One of a concept bike
and the other is a statue at Pau, the top of a mountain stage in the TdF paying tribute to the riders.
My best to you all, enjoy the season and please, find something to be thankful for.
Spin On
Friday, November 21, 2008
F**k The God of War
Allow me to explain.
As I sit day after day at my desk staring at a blank pad of newsprint beckoning to be filled with the next greatest concept in marketing, flashing emails, plunging stock tickers or being interrupted about every eight minutes, jogging me from my stream of unconsciousness, I listen to iTunes Groove Salad in the background. It is calming and petty retribution to my staff for interruptions as I slow down the networks bandwidth;)
There is one tune in particular that is really a monolog set to music, I have not heard it lately and the name escapes me, but I do believe it is the actor Jeff Goldblum giving an address at a college commencement ceremony. He discusses how we each have a "God of War" within us, encouraging us to do wrong things, challenge ourselves with misguided dreams and ambitions and to follow paths we will not enjoy. He (or she) is a nasty character which controls most of our existences.
The music plays blissfully in the background as JG spells out his theory. It is the ending I have paid the most attention to. He suggests to the students that they think back to the times when they were 14- 16 and what they enjoyed most in life. He challenges them to follow those joys and make lives out of it. "Remember what you loved at 15, and f••k the God of War." I salute those who have f'd the God of War.
For me it was bikes. I loved to ride them and the freedom. I loved to strip them down, take them apart and rebuild them. I was on to enclosed cabling 32 years ago -- but never managed to pursue my summertime joys. I managed to get a job, hang out where the girls were and later on, where the beer was:) Who was f'd now?
Well I am finally going back, in a minor way. I have found my fixie frame to build, a vintage Raleigh Grand Prix. More to come on that. But for now here is the beginning of my old Trek 800 rehab prior to paint being stripped off. Next is priming and painting. I will try to detail the build -- and my magnificent faux spray booth -- a PVC famed phone booth sized contraption.
Spin On
Monday, November 17, 2008
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
Hail To The Red White & Blue
First, a quick thank you to all the brave men and women who have served in the Armed Forces to protect our nation, flag and for which it stands. Their sacrifice has been and continues to be immense. I hope everyone flies a flag and thanks a vet today -- I know I did.
I am having some trouble with motivation these days. Probably the weather, daylight savings time and work. I did manage to go to spin on Wednesday after my leg work out. It was tough! The muscles needed to stretch but I did not get out all the lactic acid from the night before. What I thought was cardiac issues really seems to be exercise induced asthma and it is getting a little more chronic. Guess I have to see the doc (again:( because it is becoming limiting.
Friday I wanted to ride but Mother Nature shut the lights down early so I attempted to spin on the trainer. Again the legs had no umph so I only did about 35 minutes. Of course Alvelo calls and talks me into a Saturday ride... why am I such an easy mark to guys like him, Spengahli and my Dad -- "come on, you'll have fun!" Well it was fun and fast paced. I met Alvelo and his buddy, Wil, and we rode out, up and back Sanibel. I am glad I took some ibuprofen for the legs before leaving. It did take a lot of the day to get my lungs feeling more normal though.
I do like being up early and going on Saturday's especially. I accomplished a lot and was able to do all my chores and work on the Trek rehab. I even started a PVC spray booth for future projects -- cheap, light and can break down and store away in between projects.
The Fixie Frame search continues...
More later. Thank a Veteran, please.
Spin On
I am having some trouble with motivation these days. Probably the weather, daylight savings time and work. I did manage to go to spin on Wednesday after my leg work out. It was tough! The muscles needed to stretch but I did not get out all the lactic acid from the night before. What I thought was cardiac issues really seems to be exercise induced asthma and it is getting a little more chronic. Guess I have to see the doc (again:( because it is becoming limiting.
Friday I wanted to ride but Mother Nature shut the lights down early so I attempted to spin on the trainer. Again the legs had no umph so I only did about 35 minutes. Of course Alvelo calls and talks me into a Saturday ride... why am I such an easy mark to guys like him, Spengahli and my Dad -- "come on, you'll have fun!" Well it was fun and fast paced. I met Alvelo and his buddy, Wil, and we rode out, up and back Sanibel. I am glad I took some ibuprofen for the legs before leaving. It did take a lot of the day to get my lungs feeling more normal though.
I do like being up early and going on Saturday's especially. I accomplished a lot and was able to do all my chores and work on the Trek rehab. I even started a PVC spray booth for future projects -- cheap, light and can break down and store away in between projects.
The Fixie Frame search continues...
More later. Thank a Veteran, please.
Spin On
Wednesday, November 5, 2008
Quad-simoto
Last night was the first time in about 6 weeks that I made it to the gym to lift in any fashion. I waited a long while because my elbow has been hurting since June. No avail from naprosene so it is off the the specialist now I suppose. I focused on my legs, mainly quads, nothing too intense since I wanted to build back up and still be able to hit Spin and cycling without lactic distraction. I really need to "hit the road" again.
My fixie-ation continues. I am still searching for that perfect frame. In the mean time I have a new off-season hobby: restoration. My first attempt in over 35 years to rebuild a bike will be my old Trek 800 mountain bike. I started Sunday by grinding off all the paint I could. Now it is down to stripping off the detail areas, priming and getting it painted. Progress pics to follow.
After that I will be on to a rare find -- a Carlton Corsa, vintage late 60s early 70s. These were apparently hand made in England prior to Raleigh taking them over. This one looks pretty cool and I am already learning a lot. I am searching the best way to recreate the graphics. Here is a good site for the Corsa.
More to come.
Spin On
My fixie-ation continues. I am still searching for that perfect frame. In the mean time I have a new off-season hobby: restoration. My first attempt in over 35 years to rebuild a bike will be my old Trek 800 mountain bike. I started Sunday by grinding off all the paint I could. Now it is down to stripping off the detail areas, priming and getting it painted. Progress pics to follow.
After that I will be on to a rare find -- a Carlton Corsa, vintage late 60s early 70s. These were apparently hand made in England prior to Raleigh taking them over. This one looks pretty cool and I am already learning a lot. I am searching the best way to recreate the graphics. Here is a good site for the Corsa.
More to come.
Spin On
Wednesday, October 29, 2008
Bike Porn
Bicycle pornography comes in many forms, from lust for parts and bikes to the stimulation of a wonderful ride. Well, the past couple weeks has me "fixie-ated" on a new bike, a fixed gear or "fixie". Why? It is a new challenge, a new skill and the chance to get my hands dirty again with a build from a vintage bike. Problem is scouring Ebay and Craig's List has netted no results. Frustration -- the other side of porn I suppose. For the uninitiated, a fixie has one gear and no brakes (for the most part.) It is direct drive, you must pedal or the wheel locks up -- no coasting like a freewheel. I presume it will be hugely challenging to learn and feel secure riding a fixie. They get their renown from being used by bicycle messengers in cities like NY and San Francisco. Imagine bombing (or climbing) the hills of SF -- it is amazing to watch.
So, if anyone can point me to a vintage Bianchi or Raleigh in decent shape with a 51-53 cm frame, it would be much appreciated. Besides, like good porn it is hard to keep hiding my Ebay time from Nifi, I have almost been caught a couple times... doesn't anyone knock anymore?
Secondly, bike porn came in the form of what could be "phone sex" or more accurately "spin sex." Saturday's substitute instructor was good and used terminology like "add some more road" to have us up resistance. She had us focus on our quads, hamstrings and glutes. But when she had us focus on squeezing, straining and pushing so we could "feel the riot in our butts" she lost me. What...? What...? A riot where? Watts in the '60s was one thing, my rear is another thing all together -- and I want no burning, glass breaking or pillaging anywhere near my derriere. "Riot In Your Butt", it sounds like a bad porn film... How about "Shaving Ryan's Privates" or "Trick or Teat II - The Witches of Eastit" Being release just in time for Halloween. Riot my ass. I'll have nothing to do with that!
On a serious note, please keep Fat Cyclist, Elden and his wife, Susan and family in your prayers as Susan fights her rapidly spreading brain cancer. I don't know the man, but from his writing I am inclined to call him "Friend."
Spin On
So, if anyone can point me to a vintage Bianchi or Raleigh in decent shape with a 51-53 cm frame, it would be much appreciated. Besides, like good porn it is hard to keep hiding my Ebay time from Nifi, I have almost been caught a couple times... doesn't anyone knock anymore?
Secondly, bike porn came in the form of what could be "phone sex" or more accurately "spin sex." Saturday's substitute instructor was good and used terminology like "add some more road" to have us up resistance. She had us focus on our quads, hamstrings and glutes. But when she had us focus on squeezing, straining and pushing so we could "feel the riot in our butts" she lost me. What...? What...? A riot where? Watts in the '60s was one thing, my rear is another thing all together -- and I want no burning, glass breaking or pillaging anywhere near my derriere. "Riot In Your Butt", it sounds like a bad porn film... How about "Shaving Ryan's Privates" or "Trick or Teat II - The Witches of Eastit" Being release just in time for Halloween. Riot my ass. I'll have nothing to do with that!
On a serious note, please keep Fat Cyclist, Elden and his wife, Susan and family in your prayers as Susan fights her rapidly spreading brain cancer. I don't know the man, but from his writing I am inclined to call him "Friend."
Spin On
Monday, October 20, 2008
An Open Letter To The Training Ground
Dear Training Ground Management:
When I joined about a year ago, it was my first foray into a gym membership. As part of that membership I had to sign a contract. By nature, a contract indicates a certain level of responsibility from both parties involved. For my part, I agree to pay you. I agree to be respectful, responsible and follow gym rules. I must respect other members, clean off equipment I sweat upon and to not misuse the machines.
For your part you are to keep the facilities in order, supplied, have available instruction and -- here's the kicker -- be open.
I have only two days to get rest, Saturday and Sunday. Now, it is my choice to select Saturday to get up as I would for work and prepare to go to a Spin class. That is a very important class to me because it allows me to train muscle groups I would not normally be able to on our flat terrain. I do it for my team and foundation to raise money for animal shelters via distance bike rides. I value it so much so I forgo sleep to attend the class.
This past Saturday I arrived to an unopened gym. Sure, we are all late sometimes, but it was 2-1/14 hours past opening time, plus I waited 20 more minutes until it was pointless. If this was an isolated incident I wouldn't mind but is not. I really did not mind when you converted a nice, organized facility into a seemingly random collection of machines to make way for an "old-school" type high-school gym class. It certainly benefits some, not myself however. I never mentioned it in part because I valued my membership and the management would terminate the "contract" of anyone who raised issue or complaint -- be it employee or member.
But you crossed my line and robbed me of sleep time. Am I tired and cranky? You bet. But I joined The Training Ground to better myself -- I suggest you do the same.
Spin On
When I joined about a year ago, it was my first foray into a gym membership. As part of that membership I had to sign a contract. By nature, a contract indicates a certain level of responsibility from both parties involved. For my part, I agree to pay you. I agree to be respectful, responsible and follow gym rules. I must respect other members, clean off equipment I sweat upon and to not misuse the machines.
For your part you are to keep the facilities in order, supplied, have available instruction and -- here's the kicker -- be open.
I have only two days to get rest, Saturday and Sunday. Now, it is my choice to select Saturday to get up as I would for work and prepare to go to a Spin class. That is a very important class to me because it allows me to train muscle groups I would not normally be able to on our flat terrain. I do it for my team and foundation to raise money for animal shelters via distance bike rides. I value it so much so I forgo sleep to attend the class.
This past Saturday I arrived to an unopened gym. Sure, we are all late sometimes, but it was 2-1/14 hours past opening time, plus I waited 20 more minutes until it was pointless. If this was an isolated incident I wouldn't mind but is not. I really did not mind when you converted a nice, organized facility into a seemingly random collection of machines to make way for an "old-school" type high-school gym class. It certainly benefits some, not myself however. I never mentioned it in part because I valued my membership and the management would terminate the "contract" of anyone who raised issue or complaint -- be it employee or member.
But you crossed my line and robbed me of sleep time. Am I tired and cranky? You bet. But I joined The Training Ground to better myself -- I suggest you do the same.
Spin On
Thursday, October 16, 2008
I Have An Itch
Looking for advice, support, rationale to get a single-speed. Calamine won't cure this itch...
Wednesday, October 15, 2008
Back In The Saddle
Well, sort of. I got on the trainer last night for half an hour. It is the first time since before vacation that I did anything bike related. My vacation is the topic for a whole other blog entry, suffice to say it was less than spectacular due to illness and horrific airline travel. Anyway, it felt good to spin the meat-sticks.
Today I have a follow-up with the cardiologist. My stress test results showed "an appropriate response" to the physical effort. Not sure what they will say about the ultra-sound. Then Friday it is back to my doc to find out why my elbow has hurt for 3 months now... arthritis, bursitis, amputation...?
The stress of traveling, work and loads of little stuff have me in a gastric and twitching tizzy. I never realized how much the cycling took away many of my "quirks." I have not slept soundly for a week now and have to writhe my legs at night to get any comfort.
I'm a mess! To top it off Marcia Brady IS a whore... WTF?
Spin On
Today I have a follow-up with the cardiologist. My stress test results showed "an appropriate response" to the physical effort. Not sure what they will say about the ultra-sound. Then Friday it is back to my doc to find out why my elbow has hurt for 3 months now... arthritis, bursitis, amputation...?
The stress of traveling, work and loads of little stuff have me in a gastric and twitching tizzy. I never realized how much the cycling took away many of my "quirks." I have not slept soundly for a week now and have to writhe my legs at night to get any comfort.
I'm a mess! To top it off Marcia Brady IS a whore... WTF?
Spin On
Monday, October 13, 2008
The Sea Gull Has Landed ...
Spenghali Reporting...
Salisbury, MD, 4:37 PM, October 4, 2008
Team R2R crosses the finish line of the season's final marquis event, The Seagull Century.
Six hours after our start, we completed the 101 mile tour of the Eastern Shore in glorious riding conditions; low 70's, Fall sunshine and gentle breezes to match the gentle terrain.
"Flat Bastard" a.k.a. James Thomson a.k.a "Great Scot" was neither flat nor fat! Most impressive was his overall accomplishment and bursts of pace despite virtually no training, lending credibility to the "being fresh" theory of event preparation. Highlights for me personally were completing the century with no soreness or real fatigue. Lowlights included a calf cramp at mile 40 that I stretched, supplemented and spun my way through ... and then tipping over 6" from the finishing line when the rider directly in front of me locked up his brakes precisely upon his completion of the ride, bringing me right into his back wheel and right onto the ground, after bouncing off the edge of the finishing gate inflatable, all while clipped in of course(funny/sad) ... collar bone intact though so all is well that ends (well. almost ends) well.
Thanks to Steve for setting up this year's event logistics and encouraging James and I to participate. The event is well organized and attended (6,400 + riders).
The road report is that this is a fun and very "do-able" century. The enormous volume of riders just sort of sweeps one along and the well-staged rest stops are perfectly placed to break up the distance. The beer paddock at the event finale are Scottish-Soccer-Hooligan-Approved as well!
Thank you to all R2R ride sponsors ... we appreciate the added incentive during these long hauls. Please contact us to see about having your logo or name included on next year's team jersey.
Salisbury, MD, 4:37 PM, October 4, 2008
Team R2R crosses the finish line of the season's final marquis event, The Seagull Century.
Six hours after our start, we completed the 101 mile tour of the Eastern Shore in glorious riding conditions; low 70's, Fall sunshine and gentle breezes to match the gentle terrain.
"Flat Bastard" a.k.a. James Thomson a.k.a "Great Scot" was neither flat nor fat! Most impressive was his overall accomplishment and bursts of pace despite virtually no training, lending credibility to the "being fresh" theory of event preparation. Highlights for me personally were completing the century with no soreness or real fatigue. Lowlights included a calf cramp at mile 40 that I stretched, supplemented and spun my way through ... and then tipping over 6" from the finishing line when the rider directly in front of me locked up his brakes precisely upon his completion of the ride, bringing me right into his back wheel and right onto the ground, after bouncing off the edge of the finishing gate inflatable, all while clipped in of course(funny/sad) ... collar bone intact though so all is well that ends (well. almost ends) well.
Thanks to Steve for setting up this year's event logistics and encouraging James and I to participate. The event is well organized and attended (6,400 + riders).
The road report is that this is a fun and very "do-able" century. The enormous volume of riders just sort of sweeps one along and the well-staged rest stops are perfectly placed to break up the distance. The beer paddock at the event finale are Scottish-Soccer-Hooligan-Approved as well!
Thank you to all R2R ride sponsors ... we appreciate the added incentive during these long hauls. Please contact us to see about having your logo or name included on next year's team jersey.
Friday, September 26, 2008
Smokin' Slack
I never forget a face, but in your case I'll be glad to make an exception. GM
I noted, looking in the mirror as I got ready for work, between the shaved torso and legs, my front looked a lot like Grouch Marx peeking out of a ghostly white curtain (smoking a VERY large cigar:)
Glad I trimmed up for the cardio tests, lots of sticky electrodes and gels. The treadmill test went fine. I got up to 182 BPM and had more in me but I hate running, I was thirsty and dripping sweat. The attendant said the readings looked fine. The ultra-sound tech gave no indications (other than she loved to run). Aside from one odd scowl at the screen she was non-partisan. When she did turn on the sound there was either The Blue Man Group performing with PVC pipes or a small barking dog. Hmmm.
Trying to avoid catching the Nifi's cold... so rides this weekend will be dedicated to not getting sick. That probably means being a ride-slacker.
Spin On
Thursday, September 25, 2008
Borat Has Noting On Me
Today is my scheduled stress test and ultra-sound to confirm that my cardio system is in working order. I could have saved a lot of time and insurance money if someone would just say "that's normal." But I am a small cog in the medical systems need to turn a profit.
No pictures here, but let me tell you -- hair covers up a lot of sins. Rather than go through the "dry-shave" experience again (as detailed in a previous entry) I opted to trim down and "bare all" myself. Borat would be proud of the softball sized wad of hair that now resides in the bottom of the bathroom trash can. And yikes! I look like a McDonald's fed 14 year old, pre-pubescent boy! I sure hope the matting grows back fast -- and not curly.
Rode in the RankRoom Tuesday and did 16 on the road yesterday fighting some big winds. Rest day today and on to the weekend.
Spin On
No pictures here, but let me tell you -- hair covers up a lot of sins. Rather than go through the "dry-shave" experience again (as detailed in a previous entry) I opted to trim down and "bare all" myself. Borat would be proud of the softball sized wad of hair that now resides in the bottom of the bathroom trash can. And yikes! I look like a McDonald's fed 14 year old, pre-pubescent boy! I sure hope the matting grows back fast -- and not curly.
Rode in the RankRoom Tuesday and did 16 on the road yesterday fighting some big winds. Rest day today and on to the weekend.
Spin On
Monday, September 22, 2008
What Was I Thinking
Well for starters, I was thinking that the end of cycling season (really never ends here) will give me some time to catch up on a variety of projects. I have been considering the Turkey Leg Century in November so I wanted to get some miles in after my disappointing efforts the last week or so. Actually, I did pretty good. I rode 18 Friday, spun Saturday (which based on time, heart-rate and calories is about equivalent to 25 miles) and rode 60+ on Sunday. My split times on Sunday were pretty good, better than my average (not including the spank my ass club ride) and I finished strong. I think the club ride actually did help me up my game a little. I suppose once a year is fine:)
Since I had so much time to think as I lumbered down familiar roads, I began developing names for various ass-pects of my cycling regime. For instance, Glute, Glute and Toot were very sore yesterday. I think the only treatment to prepare your anatomy for such rigors is to spend more saddle time. It is not natural for your pelvic bones to try and force their way free of your butt muscles, mine however did try for about 35 miles.
Many cyclists have names for their machines. I finally decided on "Bonk" for my Trek 5200. No matter how I coax and cajole, Bonk will just not go faster. Not sure what to do about that.
I did see a Gopher Tortoise (dead heat sprint, which I eventually won) and managed not to get pulled over by another golf cart. Good times. Good times.
Spin On
Since I had so much time to think as I lumbered down familiar roads, I began developing names for various ass-pects of my cycling regime. For instance, Glute, Glute and Toot were very sore yesterday. I think the only treatment to prepare your anatomy for such rigors is to spend more saddle time. It is not natural for your pelvic bones to try and force their way free of your butt muscles, mine however did try for about 35 miles.
Many cyclists have names for their machines. I finally decided on "Bonk" for my Trek 5200. No matter how I coax and cajole, Bonk will just not go faster. Not sure what to do about that.
I did see a Gopher Tortoise (dead heat sprint, which I eventually won) and managed not to get pulled over by another golf cart. Good times. Good times.
Spin On
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
Tick or Tock
So I met with the cardiologist yesterday and I guess I am fine. He asked me a bunch of questions and lead me to the conclusion that my new doctor was being over cautious -- as was I. The EKG they took looked like a "young, athletic heart" to him. The EKG's are apparently read by a computer at the doctor's office and my spike sent up caution flag. His experience tells him it is nothing to be concerned about. That being said, any doubts need to be eliminated so I return for an ultrasound and a stress test. While I wish this was all over, better safe than sorry. I guess getting BPMs over 200 is okay for some folks, I just wish someone would definitively tell me that.
Life, deadlines and commitments have left me feeling rather low and tired this week and off the bike or gym. Tonight I will try and hit Spin class with Ginger Snap and her one second jumps. I now refuse to do them since my "boyz" cannot take the seat slapping. Every 4 seconds is fine. It's about the anatomy, not the pulmonary.
Spin On
Life, deadlines and commitments have left me feeling rather low and tired this week and off the bike or gym. Tonight I will try and hit Spin class with Ginger Snap and her one second jumps. I now refuse to do them since my "boyz" cannot take the seat slapping. Every 4 seconds is fine. It's about the anatomy, not the pulmonary.
Spin On
Monday, September 15, 2008
Beat Me With A Club Ride
I was eager to get out on the bike Friday night, thought it would be a good idea to dust off the legs in anticipation of Al and I heading out for my first "club ride" Saturday morning. I pushed myself a bit knowing Saturday would be a challenge for me. I did about 16 miles and settled in for a Hennepin ale.
Saturday came early... Al was early to fetch me and we were late to the start. I was mentally prepared for the 60 miles he said they would be doing -- turns out it was 29 with a 7:00 a.m. start. We scrambled to gear up as the group buzzed around the parking lot like a swarm of angry bees. We took off at about 16+ miles an hour. Then we left the parking lot. Speeds accelerated quickly to 21 - 23. I was able to catch up and get in the draft for a time. Another rider said this was his fourth ride with this group and they will hit 28 MPH sprints... Well, I gave it what I could but five miles in they accelerated out after a stop light. I lost the wheel in front of me and couldn't make it back. I eventually lost sight of the group but Al hung back to fetch me. We did a brisk (for me) 21 miles total. We hung, chatted over coffee as the other 15 riders came in at various times.
I was pissed to have fallen short, but this was not my style of riding -- not sure I want it to be my style. They said, oh in about 6 months you'll be able to keep up. Well, getting dropped for 24 weeks is not something I think I would enjoy -- I already went to high school. The group was going for 80 miles Sunday morning.
Me, I went for a casual 10 miles with Nifi Sunday morning in great weather. I cleaned and tweaked bikes, did chores and rode 21 miles late Sunday afternoon. Put me 30 miles short of the Century schedule but Saturday was an a** kicker.
I am also a bit hesitant to push super hard until I visit the cardiologist Tuesday. My HR for Saturday was an average of 171... that is near my suggested max. The max I hit Saturday was 181. I might have some "wiring" issues. I hope to know more tomorrow.
Monday calls...
Spin On
Saturday came early... Al was early to fetch me and we were late to the start. I was mentally prepared for the 60 miles he said they would be doing -- turns out it was 29 with a 7:00 a.m. start. We scrambled to gear up as the group buzzed around the parking lot like a swarm of angry bees. We took off at about 16+ miles an hour. Then we left the parking lot. Speeds accelerated quickly to 21 - 23. I was able to catch up and get in the draft for a time. Another rider said this was his fourth ride with this group and they will hit 28 MPH sprints... Well, I gave it what I could but five miles in they accelerated out after a stop light. I lost the wheel in front of me and couldn't make it back. I eventually lost sight of the group but Al hung back to fetch me. We did a brisk (for me) 21 miles total. We hung, chatted over coffee as the other 15 riders came in at various times.
I was pissed to have fallen short, but this was not my style of riding -- not sure I want it to be my style. They said, oh in about 6 months you'll be able to keep up. Well, getting dropped for 24 weeks is not something I think I would enjoy -- I already went to high school. The group was going for 80 miles Sunday morning.
Me, I went for a casual 10 miles with Nifi Sunday morning in great weather. I cleaned and tweaked bikes, did chores and rode 21 miles late Sunday afternoon. Put me 30 miles short of the Century schedule but Saturday was an a** kicker.
I am also a bit hesitant to push super hard until I visit the cardiologist Tuesday. My HR for Saturday was an average of 171... that is near my suggested max. The max I hit Saturday was 181. I might have some "wiring" issues. I hope to know more tomorrow.
Monday calls...
Spin On
Friday, September 12, 2008
What Was Your First Clue
Friday... Finally. It was a cautious start to the week with Ike meandering around the Atlantic Basin. We were fortunately spared but my thoughts are with my niece and nephew-in-law in Houston. They have assured me they have a plan but hurricanes are nasty, unpredictable beasts. Be safe!
Today was the first of my follow-up visits from my initial consult with a new doc last week. He was concerned about some moles and I figure I live in the Skin Cancer Capital of the world I should get checked. I of course had a week of self examination in which I found one mole hiding in my arm pit. I think it winked at me one day as I obsessively checked on it. Alas, nothing to worry about, a clean bill of health for 2-3 years and a conversation on sub blocks. He recommend a Neutrogena spray on product -- a 30 SPF would be fine and lasts up to three non-greasy hours.
I had to chuckle when he asked me to drop my pants -- no, not in a rubber glove snapping way, just to check legs and feet. "you must be a cyclist" he said -- I was so proud of my newly shorn legs -- "you have some raised (insert medical term here) on legs." He didn't even comment on the chain bite scars I am sporting after Mountain Mama.
Tomorrow I am scheduled to do a 60 miler with Al for an early group ride. He insists it is important public relations to get familiar with the clubs if I want to open a shop. I couldn't agree more. I was scheduled to do 60 Sunday anyway. I am probably going to end up in the slowest group with recumbents and trikes. The fastest group travels at 28 MPH, me -- not so much.
Tonight a little neighborhood spin to put some Spänk in the shorn meat sticks and a good tall Belgian (ale).
Cheers to Brother Jeff (needs a moniker) who will be the recipient of a Cannondale R600 as he endeavors to start riding. It's never too late.
Spin On
Today was the first of my follow-up visits from my initial consult with a new doc last week. He was concerned about some moles and I figure I live in the Skin Cancer Capital of the world I should get checked. I of course had a week of self examination in which I found one mole hiding in my arm pit. I think it winked at me one day as I obsessively checked on it. Alas, nothing to worry about, a clean bill of health for 2-3 years and a conversation on sub blocks. He recommend a Neutrogena spray on product -- a 30 SPF would be fine and lasts up to three non-greasy hours.
I had to chuckle when he asked me to drop my pants -- no, not in a rubber glove snapping way, just to check legs and feet. "you must be a cyclist" he said -- I was so proud of my newly shorn legs -- "you have some raised (insert medical term here) on legs." He didn't even comment on the chain bite scars I am sporting after Mountain Mama.
Tomorrow I am scheduled to do a 60 miler with Al for an early group ride. He insists it is important public relations to get familiar with the clubs if I want to open a shop. I couldn't agree more. I was scheduled to do 60 Sunday anyway. I am probably going to end up in the slowest group with recumbents and trikes. The fastest group travels at 28 MPH, me -- not so much.
Tonight a little neighborhood spin to put some Spänk in the shorn meat sticks and a good tall Belgian (ale).
Cheers to Brother Jeff (needs a moniker) who will be the recipient of a Cannondale R600 as he endeavors to start riding. It's never too late.
Spin On
Wednesday, September 10, 2008
Back in the Saddle
Okay, I was very skeptical of Lance making a comeback. Then I read this article:
http://www.vanityfair.com/culture/features/2008/09/armstrong200809?currentPage=1
The line that changed my mind was that it is about the yellow bracelet, not the yellow jersey.
Plus he drops the F Bomb like crazy!
Spin On (Lance)
http://www.vanityfair.com/culture/features/2008/09/armstrong200809?currentPage=1
The line that changed my mind was that it is about the yellow bracelet, not the yellow jersey.
Plus he drops the F Bomb like crazy!
Spin On (Lance)
Monday, September 8, 2008
As The Wheel Turns
Last week was more "As the Stomach Turns" but things smoothed out for the end of the week. Ended feeling good about things.
I met with a new doc on Friday, not pleased with my old GP and really disappointed that I got no follow-up on my Holter results even when I specifically asked to set up an appointment. Great Doc, bad practice management. So off to a new Doc I went. Nice guy, just as freaked about hurricanes as I am -- Ike was looming in our future Friday. All in all I am in good shape. The elevated heart rates seem to be, in part, attributed to the inhaler I was prescribed for exertional asthma. He was still concerned though so he did an in office EKG which showed a spike -- maybe normal, maybe my circuitry is not quite right. Next step is to visit a cardiologist. And a dermatologist for some odd moles -- nothing surprising.
Friday night I had a meeting to take a step towards fulfilling my dream of owning a bike shop -- it is officially in the works now, just need time (and money).
Saturday I took Emily to the vet to give her a once over. She is acting REALLY odd at feeding time, lately refusing to eat and even heading outside. Just want to make sure it is nothing serious but we are quite concerned. Blood work, nails and an ear cleaning. New food to try. More to come on this topic.
I took Shilo to do a home visit. The lady passed the "Lab Test" especially when Shilo peed on her floor! She has never had an accident in our house -- just excited I suppose. The home-owner was very cool, laughed and cleaned up.
Rode 25 miles that afternoon. Didn't feel great in the 104º temps, but the humidity was low so it only felt like 103º.
Sunday I was up, readied and headed out for 55 miles. I did okay for the front half but the second part KILLED me. I bonked with about 8 miles and one significant climb to go. I felt like I hydrated plenty, maybe it was the heat, maybe it was lack of build up but I limped home at 11 m.p.h. The highlight was getting pulled over by a cop -- on a golf cart for running stop signs. Only on Sanibel would they chase you down on a (gas powered) golf cart. I listened to the lecture, apologized and was thankful not to get a ticket -- plus I didn't have my driver's licence with me... at least I signaled my turns. What cyclist doesn't try to outrun a mechanized vehicle? I spent the remainder of my ride contemplating going to jail and wondering why they called it the "pokie."
Alas, Emily's eating behavior got worse -- she cowers over her bowl, refuses to eat, only kibble on the floor. We are getting desperate to find a solution. Blood test so far show some elevated liver functions but noting significant. We are waiting for more results and trying to pin-point an event or environmental situation that is freaking her out. Add to that Shilo is acting stiff on her back legs after bouts of exercise...
Spin On
I met with a new doc on Friday, not pleased with my old GP and really disappointed that I got no follow-up on my Holter results even when I specifically asked to set up an appointment. Great Doc, bad practice management. So off to a new Doc I went. Nice guy, just as freaked about hurricanes as I am -- Ike was looming in our future Friday. All in all I am in good shape. The elevated heart rates seem to be, in part, attributed to the inhaler I was prescribed for exertional asthma. He was still concerned though so he did an in office EKG which showed a spike -- maybe normal, maybe my circuitry is not quite right. Next step is to visit a cardiologist. And a dermatologist for some odd moles -- nothing surprising.
Friday night I had a meeting to take a step towards fulfilling my dream of owning a bike shop -- it is officially in the works now, just need time (and money).
Saturday I took Emily to the vet to give her a once over. She is acting REALLY odd at feeding time, lately refusing to eat and even heading outside. Just want to make sure it is nothing serious but we are quite concerned. Blood work, nails and an ear cleaning. New food to try. More to come on this topic.
I took Shilo to do a home visit. The lady passed the "Lab Test" especially when Shilo peed on her floor! She has never had an accident in our house -- just excited I suppose. The home-owner was very cool, laughed and cleaned up.
Rode 25 miles that afternoon. Didn't feel great in the 104º temps, but the humidity was low so it only felt like 103º.
Sunday I was up, readied and headed out for 55 miles. I did okay for the front half but the second part KILLED me. I bonked with about 8 miles and one significant climb to go. I felt like I hydrated plenty, maybe it was the heat, maybe it was lack of build up but I limped home at 11 m.p.h. The highlight was getting pulled over by a cop -- on a golf cart for running stop signs. Only on Sanibel would they chase you down on a (gas powered) golf cart. I listened to the lecture, apologized and was thankful not to get a ticket -- plus I didn't have my driver's licence with me... at least I signaled my turns. What cyclist doesn't try to outrun a mechanized vehicle? I spent the remainder of my ride contemplating going to jail and wondering why they called it the "pokie."
Alas, Emily's eating behavior got worse -- she cowers over her bowl, refuses to eat, only kibble on the floor. We are getting desperate to find a solution. Blood test so far show some elevated liver functions but noting significant. We are waiting for more results and trying to pin-point an event or environmental situation that is freaking her out. Add to that Shilo is acting stiff on her back legs after bouts of exercise...
Spin On
Tuesday, September 2, 2008
Random Thoughts
Things that occur to me while riding:
If I am a heterosexual and "straight" why aren't homosexuals "curved"?
Isn't ironic that they put tiny yellow "LiveStrong" bracelets on lobsters?
Spin On
If I am a heterosexual and "straight" why aren't homosexuals "curved"?
Isn't ironic that they put tiny yellow "LiveStrong" bracelets on lobsters?
Spin On
Friday, August 29, 2008
Long Weakend
Hasn't happened in a long while but my mind was so fried I just had to leave work. My brain felt like a giant bowl of Quaker Instant Oats (brown sugar). I knew I hit my mental wall when I couldn't type an email to a co-worker.
So, I packed it in a little early (after a 16 hour day previously) and went home to flagellate myself with a nice vodka rocks. It was that odd sensation where I had physical energy but my brain couldn't handle the most mundane task. Fried, burnt and extra crispy. Things did look up when El Heffe called to say "nice job" on an assignment. Don't hear that often so it puts some wind in the sails when I do get a nod.
So what to do with three potential days off? Riding, spin and more riding hopefully. Plus a trip the to the Trek store. Of course, I can assume that a day in the office will be interjected as well.
Hope you all have a great Labor Day and best of luck to my race weekend Blog Buddies!
Spin On
So, I packed it in a little early (after a 16 hour day previously) and went home to flagellate myself with a nice vodka rocks. It was that odd sensation where I had physical energy but my brain couldn't handle the most mundane task. Fried, burnt and extra crispy. Things did look up when El Heffe called to say "nice job" on an assignment. Don't hear that often so it puts some wind in the sails when I do get a nod.
So what to do with three potential days off? Riding, spin and more riding hopefully. Plus a trip the to the Trek store. Of course, I can assume that a day in the office will be interjected as well.
Hope you all have a great Labor Day and best of luck to my race weekend Blog Buddies!
Spin On
Wednesday, August 27, 2008
An Open Letter To Nanny Chèvre
A while back my sister, we’ll call her Nanny, emailed after reading my blog and had several of questions; What is Chèvre and where did it come from? Why Nifi? Isn’t Petite female? And why do I take on the insanity of riding distances of 100 miles? I would like to attempt to answer her burning questions and hopefully let her know I am not crazy.
Let’s start with the meaning of Chèvre. In French it means “goat.” You are correct, recalling your high-school French that Fromage is “cheese.” The bigger question, why goat. Goat’s seem to play a prevalent role is cycling -- I have no clue why. I know of one “Solo Goat” rider. Then there are “Goat Heads” what we typically call sand-spurs in this neck of the woods, because we have more sand than goats, no doubt. Goats can be linked to voodoo or satanic rituals and I happen to think cycling is one hell of a sport. I have included the image from my profile in the blog content. Seems some of the viewers out there get a picture of a rose or kitten which is not image I wanted to portray! One look at the correct image would have answered your initial question immediately. There, cleared the air on “goat.”
I needed a moniker when I was training for last year’s Mountain Mama. While that is in the mountains and I have only flats to ride on, I chose Little Goat over Flat Goat. Seemed to have a better ring to it and sounded less like road kill. The change to French was a pedal stroke of genius or the result of watching too much Tour de France. I would like to claim the former as it is more inspirational. Most things sound better in a romance language anyway. And here I must thank you for your catch on gender.
You pointed out that “Petite” refers to the female in French while “Petit” is the male. You will note it has changed on the blog. Thank you for the catch! I do not want to be known on the World Wide Web as a Little Girl Goat -- just among my golfing buddies. I have never been blessed with strong grammar skills. You see when I was going to take grammar in junior high school the teacher had a nervous breakdown over the summer. They replaced her with the science teacher, one Mr. Leon Holland. I’m sure you remember him, Nanny, he was probably eighty whey YOU had him for science. A smallish man with shock white hair and a hunched back. He always wore (maybe still does) black pants, white sort sleeved shirt with a thin black tie. I think it was a throw back to his days working on The Manhattan Project. He had a droll, monotone way of speaking and emphasized his points by vigorously wrapping his knuckles on the soapstone science lab counters. I was much more into dissecting his mannerisms than paying attention to his English lessons -- as a result I paid dearly for in my three years of German -- both times. The end result is that I paid too little attention to matters like “male versus female” genders. I can tell you the atomic weight of a verb however. πR2R.
Next up, Nifi. There is a trend toward anonymity on the Web, blogs in particular. While I am sure I don’t need to worry about my wife having a stalker, why take the chance by putting her information out there publicly? Nifi, or more correctly in Greek -- Nuephe -- means “wife.” There are some “brides,” a few “wifey’s” so I chose something a bit more exotic and landed on the Americanized Nifi (pronounced Nee-fie, just made that up too).
Finally the insanity issue. I chose cycling as sport years ago because I was not a team sorts guy. I sucked at hockey, football found me down more than up and the hand-eye coordination of baseball put me out in no-man’s land. Fortunately I discovered all this by the time I was eight. Now I am by no-means a competitive cyclist, but I do enjoy the camaraderie of riding with friends. But for some reason I train alone -- must make the “team” rides even better. I guess to supplement the challenge of not going too fast, I like to go further, where it is hotter and going up a hill becomes a respiratory event. Too, as I explain to Nifi, that training might keep us from spending time together, but I will be healthier so we can live longer. And spend more time apart. The honest answer is I need a challenge apart from working. Cycling is a great lifetime sport that has a core group who “gets it.” It is satisfying. The distance? Well I suppose that feeds on itself, bigger challenge (within reason) and I use Lab Rescue fund-raising as the motivator. For cycling, labs, Nifi and you, it all comes down to love.
Spin On
Let’s start with the meaning of Chèvre. In French it means “goat.” You are correct, recalling your high-school French that Fromage is “cheese.” The bigger question, why goat. Goat’s seem to play a prevalent role is cycling -- I have no clue why. I know of one “Solo Goat” rider. Then there are “Goat Heads” what we typically call sand-spurs in this neck of the woods, because we have more sand than goats, no doubt. Goats can be linked to voodoo or satanic rituals and I happen to think cycling is one hell of a sport. I have included the image from my profile in the blog content. Seems some of the viewers out there get a picture of a rose or kitten which is not image I wanted to portray! One look at the correct image would have answered your initial question immediately. There, cleared the air on “goat.”I needed a moniker when I was training for last year’s Mountain Mama. While that is in the mountains and I have only flats to ride on, I chose Little Goat over Flat Goat. Seemed to have a better ring to it and sounded less like road kill. The change to French was a pedal stroke of genius or the result of watching too much Tour de France. I would like to claim the former as it is more inspirational. Most things sound better in a romance language anyway. And here I must thank you for your catch on gender.
You pointed out that “Petite” refers to the female in French while “Petit” is the male. You will note it has changed on the blog. Thank you for the catch! I do not want to be known on the World Wide Web as a Little Girl Goat -- just among my golfing buddies. I have never been blessed with strong grammar skills. You see when I was going to take grammar in junior high school the teacher had a nervous breakdown over the summer. They replaced her with the science teacher, one Mr. Leon Holland. I’m sure you remember him, Nanny, he was probably eighty whey YOU had him for science. A smallish man with shock white hair and a hunched back. He always wore (maybe still does) black pants, white sort sleeved shirt with a thin black tie. I think it was a throw back to his days working on The Manhattan Project. He had a droll, monotone way of speaking and emphasized his points by vigorously wrapping his knuckles on the soapstone science lab counters. I was much more into dissecting his mannerisms than paying attention to his English lessons -- as a result I paid dearly for in my three years of German -- both times. The end result is that I paid too little attention to matters like “male versus female” genders. I can tell you the atomic weight of a verb however. πR2R.
Next up, Nifi. There is a trend toward anonymity on the Web, blogs in particular. While I am sure I don’t need to worry about my wife having a stalker, why take the chance by putting her information out there publicly? Nifi, or more correctly in Greek -- Nuephe -- means “wife.” There are some “brides,” a few “wifey’s” so I chose something a bit more exotic and landed on the Americanized Nifi (pronounced Nee-fie, just made that up too).
Finally the insanity issue. I chose cycling as sport years ago because I was not a team sorts guy. I sucked at hockey, football found me down more than up and the hand-eye coordination of baseball put me out in no-man’s land. Fortunately I discovered all this by the time I was eight. Now I am by no-means a competitive cyclist, but I do enjoy the camaraderie of riding with friends. But for some reason I train alone -- must make the “team” rides even better. I guess to supplement the challenge of not going too fast, I like to go further, where it is hotter and going up a hill becomes a respiratory event. Too, as I explain to Nifi, that training might keep us from spending time together, but I will be healthier so we can live longer. And spend more time apart. The honest answer is I need a challenge apart from working. Cycling is a great lifetime sport that has a core group who “gets it.” It is satisfying. The distance? Well I suppose that feeds on itself, bigger challenge (within reason) and I use Lab Rescue fund-raising as the motivator. For cycling, labs, Nifi and you, it all comes down to love.
Spin On
Tuesday, August 26, 2008
Tears In My Eyes, Blood In My Stool
No -- that is not true, I haven't cried... yet. And, it might have been the fresh beets. Quite yummy. I won't go further.
If I'm not riding, I'm not writing and work has been a real a** kicker, hence the above comment due to all the stress. Eleven+ hour days, all deadlines plus weekends. Jack is a dull boy and you could open a Coke bottle with his (my a**).
I hope to begin training again, and soon.
Spin On
If I'm not riding, I'm not writing and work has been a real a** kicker, hence the above comment due to all the stress. Eleven+ hour days, all deadlines plus weekends. Jack is a dull boy and you could open a Coke bottle with his (my a**).
I hope to begin training again, and soon.
Spin On
Thursday, August 14, 2008
Sinew Sisters of Spin
Last night was Spin class with "Ginger Snap" a woman about 5'2, minus 3% body fat and sinew. She has a passion for "jumps" mostly of the one second up and down variety. Being one of the only guys in the class my anatomy does not cotton to such, shall we say, abrupt movements. After four minutes I swear my chamois was scorched from the friction!
I had done weights the night before. Silly, the first time back in over a week and I tried to increase weight. That left my legs feeling a little deprived of strength for Spin. Today I was tired -- the good kind, the one that leaves you feeling satisfied that you worked out.
Fond memories of Italy and visiting David, got this from a travel companion who accurately shows what the ideal form looks like after two years living off the Land of Opportunity:
Spin On
I had done weights the night before. Silly, the first time back in over a week and I tried to increase weight. That left my legs feeling a little deprived of strength for Spin. Today I was tired -- the good kind, the one that leaves you feeling satisfied that you worked out.
Fond memories of Italy and visiting David, got this from a travel companion who accurately shows what the ideal form looks like after two years living off the Land of Opportunity:
Spin On
Sunday, August 10, 2008
Sunday Cometh
Today is the final day of my self imposed rest period. I took a week off the bike to help out Nifi, focus on work and rest. None of that really has happened (as I sit at work typing away). My rests period became a "Blue Period" instead. The past few days have been full of rain and clouds with a mood to match. Believe me, this is not to complain about work, I am thankful in this time of economic strife to have a great job, it has just been pressure filled lately and it will continue. So onward I go.
A quick congratulations to the nation of China for their spectacular Olympic Opening Ceremony. In a word "Wow!" Amazing that it was all so precise and human powered. The underlying message: Don't f**k with us. Message received.
Spin On
A quick congratulations to the nation of China for their spectacular Olympic Opening Ceremony. In a word "Wow!" Amazing that it was all so precise and human powered. The underlying message: Don't f**k with us. Message received.
Spin On
Tuesday, August 5, 2008
Peaks & Valley's: Mountain Mama '08
Trip Report for the '08 Mountain Mama Challenge ("it's a challenge not a race") goes something like this:
Got to the airport, bike and bags carefully organized. Two bags -- one for cycling and a quick change for a ride if time allowed and one for clothes and liquids. I was immediately notified that the bike bag would not fit in the overhead as planned.
So, a rapid bit of reconfiguring and I was headed to the gate. Oops, liquids in the carry-on, back to the ticket counter, swap out toiletries. Off again. Oops, bottle of wine in the carry-on. Back to the now obviously frustrated Delta agent. But I cannot complain too much, it only cost me $25 to get the bag and bike on board.
After arriving in NC, Spengahli collected me and we visited Mock Orange a seriously cool bike shop with great stuff and retro, college town vibe. Then it was off to Cycles d'Oro to pick up swag and tweaked bikes for the ride. Dale and the crew have a wonderful shop with surprises at every turn. From the great lines to the d'Oro jersey I couldn't resist.
The rest of the day was spent shopping for food, only stopping long enough to eat before shopping for more food and Belgian ale.
Friday morning we prepped and awaited the arrival of our newest Team R2R member James "Heavy D". This Scottish lad is a Clydesdale rider (over 201) who is revitalizing his excersize program to train for marathons and just got back into riding a few weeks ago. Here is his baby picture:
Sorry, couldn't resist the cheap shot -- last one, promise.
We headed out to Monterey, VA anticipating a valley ride. I had insisted to Spengahli that I could not do the 27+ valley ride on Friday, then get up and do the 70 Saturday. Last year the altitude, running around and sherpaing gear toasted my legs. I also know full well that my adopted brother in cycling would talk me into it at some point. So, we found a quiet parking lot in Monterey, changed into our gear ready to head out. HDs bike needed air so we filled it up, pulling the valve stem out in the process. Quick tire change (sort of -- it looked like two monkeys trying to f**k a football). Off we went. A mile in HD was out of site. Spengahli and I doubled back to find him at the side of the road trying to remove his rear wheel. Another flat! Henceforth he was dubbed "Flat Bastard". One last tube, the only CO2 cartridge and we said a little prayer to the Bike Gods and headed out again. As can happen with a new bike, FBs cables need adjusting and on an initial climb, his chain came off and lodged in his deraileur. We got it cured and the below picture is a shot of some great territory:
We came back to the van to see the side door wide open! WTF...? I think that is the point my HR hit my max of 208. We sprinted to the van and amazingly nothing was missing, wallets, money, keys, watches, cameras...beer! Testament to a small town.
We made it to Bear Mountain in the dark, off-loaded and settled in for a 6:00 a.m. wake-up call. The night was terrible for me. Couldn't fall asleep thinking about the planned extra distance -- Valley Ride, plus the three climbs including Hoover -- a 19% grade. Then huge storms rolled in. Thunder, rain, wind. Ironically, Nifi's one concern was the errant smoke alarm battery test going off while I was gone. As it had been happening lately I made sure all ours at home were checked. Not so here. At some point a beep started, about every two minutes. Turns out it was FBs phone charger. We got that solved. Then Spehgali started talking in his sleep! One nature call later I netted about 3 hours of sleep off and on!
6:00 a.m. came too soon. It was soon followed by a monsoon-like storm. Driving and riding in that weather did not sit well with any of us. So, we opted to be sane and hunker down:
We awoke later to the sun and sound of wood being chopped (not sawed). We kitted up and headed out. It was decided to do the 27+ again. If we wanted to do the climbs we would have no sag support. Better judgement called to decline wet, rural roads and steep descents.
Today was much better -- especially for Flat Bastard who had no mechanicals. We rode strong and relatively swiftly, representing the team colors well:
Spengahli and I did the largest climb twice:
before taking a break:
Back to Bear Mountain to consume grilled tuna steaks, wine and Belgian Ale:
And spend time with new and old friends:
Another group that stayed out at Bear Mountain was a group of seven who did the 100 mile ride. That is a BRUTAL trek with over 14,000 vertical feet of climbing (compared to about 3,200 for the Valley). As they slugged ale, one rider sipped on a Dads root beer wearing thick round glasses, a tie-dyed shirt, looking very "earthy". Lest we judge, his name -- Sparkey Ion. He rode the 100 in just over six hours on a 30 year old 3-speed Raleigh/Phillips iron frame bike! More amazing was that he has not missed a day running in over 10 years, including that morning (in the storm, before the Century!)
Return trip was uneventful aside from the $175 fee for my bike on Delta. Apparently I "slipped one past the goalie" on the way up. I was to be charged both ways. That means it cost $50 more for my bike than my body. Golf bags under 50 pounds are free. I counted eight on the tarmac waiting to leave. Think $25 is fair? Think of the number of golf bags versus bikes and the money they would make! Eeergh...
All in all it was a great trip. I have a tinge of disappointment not riding the 70 as planned, but I did ride 60. I spent time with great friends in a wonderful part of the country. I relaxed. I ate well -- maybe too well. Now it is time to take a week off from riding and focus on work and family. Looking forward to a ride in October with the Team:)
Spin On
Got to the airport, bike and bags carefully organized. Two bags -- one for cycling and a quick change for a ride if time allowed and one for clothes and liquids. I was immediately notified that the bike bag would not fit in the overhead as planned.So, a rapid bit of reconfiguring and I was headed to the gate. Oops, liquids in the carry-on, back to the ticket counter, swap out toiletries. Off again. Oops, bottle of wine in the carry-on. Back to the now obviously frustrated Delta agent. But I cannot complain too much, it only cost me $25 to get the bag and bike on board.
After arriving in NC, Spengahli collected me and we visited Mock Orange a seriously cool bike shop with great stuff and retro, college town vibe. Then it was off to Cycles d'Oro to pick up swag and tweaked bikes for the ride. Dale and the crew have a wonderful shop with surprises at every turn. From the great lines to the d'Oro jersey I couldn't resist.
The rest of the day was spent shopping for food, only stopping long enough to eat before shopping for more food and Belgian ale.
Friday morning we prepped and awaited the arrival of our newest Team R2R member James "Heavy D". This Scottish lad is a Clydesdale rider (over 201) who is revitalizing his excersize program to train for marathons and just got back into riding a few weeks ago. Here is his baby picture:
Sorry, couldn't resist the cheap shot -- last one, promise.
We headed out to Monterey, VA anticipating a valley ride. I had insisted to Spengahli that I could not do the 27+ valley ride on Friday, then get up and do the 70 Saturday. Last year the altitude, running around and sherpaing gear toasted my legs. I also know full well that my adopted brother in cycling would talk me into it at some point. So, we found a quiet parking lot in Monterey, changed into our gear ready to head out. HDs bike needed air so we filled it up, pulling the valve stem out in the process. Quick tire change (sort of -- it looked like two monkeys trying to f**k a football). Off we went. A mile in HD was out of site. Spengahli and I doubled back to find him at the side of the road trying to remove his rear wheel. Another flat! Henceforth he was dubbed "Flat Bastard". One last tube, the only CO2 cartridge and we said a little prayer to the Bike Gods and headed out again. As can happen with a new bike, FBs cables need adjusting and on an initial climb, his chain came off and lodged in his deraileur. We got it cured and the below picture is a shot of some great territory:
We came back to the van to see the side door wide open! WTF...? I think that is the point my HR hit my max of 208. We sprinted to the van and amazingly nothing was missing, wallets, money, keys, watches, cameras...beer! Testament to a small town.
We made it to Bear Mountain in the dark, off-loaded and settled in for a 6:00 a.m. wake-up call. The night was terrible for me. Couldn't fall asleep thinking about the planned extra distance -- Valley Ride, plus the three climbs including Hoover -- a 19% grade. Then huge storms rolled in. Thunder, rain, wind. Ironically, Nifi's one concern was the errant smoke alarm battery test going off while I was gone. As it had been happening lately I made sure all ours at home were checked. Not so here. At some point a beep started, about every two minutes. Turns out it was FBs phone charger. We got that solved. Then Spehgali started talking in his sleep! One nature call later I netted about 3 hours of sleep off and on!
6:00 a.m. came too soon. It was soon followed by a monsoon-like storm. Driving and riding in that weather did not sit well with any of us. So, we opted to be sane and hunker down:
We awoke later to the sun and sound of wood being chopped (not sawed). We kitted up and headed out. It was decided to do the 27+ again. If we wanted to do the climbs we would have no sag support. Better judgement called to decline wet, rural roads and steep descents.
Today was much better -- especially for Flat Bastard who had no mechanicals. We rode strong and relatively swiftly, representing the team colors well:
Spengahli and I did the largest climb twice:
before taking a break:
Back to Bear Mountain to consume grilled tuna steaks, wine and Belgian Ale:
And spend time with new and old friends:
Another group that stayed out at Bear Mountain was a group of seven who did the 100 mile ride. That is a BRUTAL trek with over 14,000 vertical feet of climbing (compared to about 3,200 for the Valley). As they slugged ale, one rider sipped on a Dads root beer wearing thick round glasses, a tie-dyed shirt, looking very "earthy". Lest we judge, his name -- Sparkey Ion. He rode the 100 in just over six hours on a 30 year old 3-speed Raleigh/Phillips iron frame bike! More amazing was that he has not missed a day running in over 10 years, including that morning (in the storm, before the Century!)
Return trip was uneventful aside from the $175 fee for my bike on Delta. Apparently I "slipped one past the goalie" on the way up. I was to be charged both ways. That means it cost $50 more for my bike than my body. Golf bags under 50 pounds are free. I counted eight on the tarmac waiting to leave. Think $25 is fair? Think of the number of golf bags versus bikes and the money they would make! Eeergh...
All in all it was a great trip. I have a tinge of disappointment not riding the 70 as planned, but I did ride 60. I spent time with great friends in a wonderful part of the country. I relaxed. I ate well -- maybe too well. Now it is time to take a week off from riding and focus on work and family. Looking forward to a ride in October with the Team:)
Spin On
Wednesday, July 30, 2008
Tick-Tock
I suppose I am as ready as I can be for the Mountain Mama. I had my training down to a T but things just managed to f**k with that plan. First, Friday I had a case of what had to be food poisoning. I felt like doo-doo all day long, like a hang-over with out the pleasant prelude the night before. To top it off I had an invitation to a company function -- dinner and drinks.
That evening I got home and made myself try and stick to the schedule. I jumped on the trainer (it was raining) but only lasted 25 minutes. Knees hurt, stomach revolted. I got things ready for Spin on Saturday despite my doubts. Dinner was great, I had no "issues" aside from seven courses with wine pairings. Needless to say, Spin went bye-bye. But, I did later manage to get on the road for 20+ miles. The night was spent with friends celebrating the visit of my dear old friend and former room-mate Jeff. Nice time, dinner and not as late an evening.
Jeff and I were going to ride Sunday but the weather and general malaise kept us casual. It was to be my day of climbing -- I was a bit sorry to miss that. I got on the trainer late that afternoon -- rain again. Errands superseded my time at the office -- gotta keep the Nifi happy... #1 priority!
Monday -- up at 4:30, in the office by 5:00 (a.m.) Work, stress, work. HOA meeting then back to work til 10 (p.m.)
Tuesday -- same, but no return to work (thankfully) a 19 mile ride and breaking the bike down for travel.
Wednesday -- same, Spin tonight.
Anxious to get up to see the Team and culminate a long journey.
Spin On
That evening I got home and made myself try and stick to the schedule. I jumped on the trainer (it was raining) but only lasted 25 minutes. Knees hurt, stomach revolted. I got things ready for Spin on Saturday despite my doubts. Dinner was great, I had no "issues" aside from seven courses with wine pairings. Needless to say, Spin went bye-bye. But, I did later manage to get on the road for 20+ miles. The night was spent with friends celebrating the visit of my dear old friend and former room-mate Jeff. Nice time, dinner and not as late an evening.
Jeff and I were going to ride Sunday but the weather and general malaise kept us casual. It was to be my day of climbing -- I was a bit sorry to miss that. I got on the trainer late that afternoon -- rain again. Errands superseded my time at the office -- gotta keep the Nifi happy... #1 priority!
Monday -- up at 4:30, in the office by 5:00 (a.m.) Work, stress, work. HOA meeting then back to work til 10 (p.m.)
Tuesday -- same, but no return to work (thankfully) a 19 mile ride and breaking the bike down for travel.
Wednesday -- same, Spin tonight.
Anxious to get up to see the Team and culminate a long journey.
Spin On
Friday, July 25, 2008
Reaching Your Goals...Almost
Yesterday was a rest day, but that doesn't mean it wasn't exciting (for a bike nerd like me.)
I had contacted Brent and Ryan at Twin Six to find out where they get the T6 shirts done. I own several and the quality, design and printing is really cool -- like nothing I have come across in the bike wearables realm. So, they actually had someone contact me asking how THEY could help our "worthy cause"! I was pretty stoked. See, Spengahli and I shared a similar dream/vision many (many) years ago. We were in a similar position and in similar careers (again, many years ago). The difference? They actually did it, and are making a successful go of it. Yes, I am green with envy. Therefore when they offered up some kind of interest I was thrilled. They do some great work for Fat Cyclist's initiative to raise money for cancer research. Check it out...
While T6 can't take on our group just yet -- they have a lot of irons in the fire -- they did make a donation to LLRoF and offered to help support our cause by sending gear. That is a good start. Perhaps if we are ever able to broaden our scope it will be more feasible for others to get involved. Right now, I'll take the gear:)
Not sure about training tonight -- suffering from an inordinate amount of stress and tainted Chinese take-out. Sweats, chills and aches -- for starters.
Spin On
I had contacted Brent and Ryan at Twin Six to find out where they get the T6 shirts done. I own several and the quality, design and printing is really cool -- like nothing I have come across in the bike wearables realm. So, they actually had someone contact me asking how THEY could help our "worthy cause"! I was pretty stoked. See, Spengahli and I shared a similar dream/vision many (many) years ago. We were in a similar position and in similar careers (again, many years ago). The difference? They actually did it, and are making a successful go of it. Yes, I am green with envy. Therefore when they offered up some kind of interest I was thrilled. They do some great work for Fat Cyclist's initiative to raise money for cancer research. Check it out...
While T6 can't take on our group just yet -- they have a lot of irons in the fire -- they did make a donation to LLRoF and offered to help support our cause by sending gear. That is a good start. Perhaps if we are ever able to broaden our scope it will be more feasible for others to get involved. Right now, I'll take the gear:)
Not sure about training tonight -- suffering from an inordinate amount of stress and tainted Chinese take-out. Sweats, chills and aches -- for starters.
Spin On
Wednesday, July 23, 2008
Winding Down
As I approach MM I am in my last week of "full" training and will begin to taper. I did some weights last night and plan to hit the road tonight. My last big effort will be Sunday. Instead of doing the charted out 65 again I am going to climb the bridge several times to get a sense of my climbing legs (and VO Max which is what really suffers!).
Last night we broke up the routine and took the girls out early before an imminent rain storm. Just made it home, ate dinner, sipped wine and listened to the rain, atypically it fell without the associated thunder storm. Felt odd, but in a good, cozy way.
The Ruff Rider tee's came in today. Not 100% thrilled, but if there is enough interest I can always order from another source.
Spin On
Last night we broke up the routine and took the girls out early before an imminent rain storm. Just made it home, ate dinner, sipped wine and listened to the rain, atypically it fell without the associated thunder storm. Felt odd, but in a good, cozy way.
The Ruff Rider tee's came in today. Not 100% thrilled, but if there is enough interest I can always order from another source.
Spin On
Monday, July 21, 2008
Goals & Trolls
This weekend was about doing what I said I would, starting with 24+ on Friday night. Felt good, maybe because it was an opportunity to clean out the baggage from the week and ride away from work for a couple days. Funny how our weekends now tend to get planned the weekend ahead. Ride, Chimay, diner out.
Saturday was spin with a not-so great instructor. Songs were long and boring. I think I kicked her ass:) But it was a hard effort and my HR was pretty good: 179 Max, 130 Avg, 912 calories. Yard work, errands, etc. We had a great Italy re-cap dinner with the Michellini's. Jacimo took some great shots which I will have to get up on the blog. My fear was enjoying too much wine before my planned 65 on Sunday, but I think I tempered it with water and cheesecake. Dee-lish.
Sunday came too quickly. It is my only day to "sleep in" but it is a choice over the heat. I got over the first hurdle just by putting on my kit and walking outside. Hellishly hot at 9:10. But I rode. I told myself I did not have the energy to take on the "Troll Booth Keeper" and if directed, I would hit the sidewalk. Instead there was a car in the lane, I deftly moved to the inside and up the bridge. I smiled as I heard the air-raid warning siren guessing it was on my behalf. Suddenly, a third of the way up a fist-sized chunk of concrete flew up and hit me in the ankle out of nowhere. WTF! I had to stop, check that nothing had fallen off the bike. Nope. I surmised that the "Troll Booth" keeper willed it upon me. Picture a troll, eyes scowling, fingers at the temples willing the rock to fly up and launch toward me in retribution for my stealth move. At least that is what I think happened.
The ride was good going out, nice people, well wishes and concerns about the heat. I was able to ride with a young woman named Courtney for a while. She is a percussionist for the Atlanta Symphony Orchestra She was on vacation and had her bike shipped down. A great Scott. She had ridden that morning with a group of folks including a Cat 1 racer who do an island loop on the weekends. Congrats for hanging with them -- fast. Me, just slogging along.
I did the 65. Took 8.5 minutes off my 60 time and a five mile cool-down. The heat really kicked in about mile 38. I think I was barely sweating by the end but I needed the saddle time for Mountain Mama.
Took the girls to the beach -- our first time as a family. Shilo managed to drink saltwater and turned herself into a walking water cannon -- if you get my drift. Quite a site -- projectile anal fluids.
On that note, spin on
Saturday was spin with a not-so great instructor. Songs were long and boring. I think I kicked her ass:) But it was a hard effort and my HR was pretty good: 179 Max, 130 Avg, 912 calories. Yard work, errands, etc. We had a great Italy re-cap dinner with the Michellini's. Jacimo took some great shots which I will have to get up on the blog. My fear was enjoying too much wine before my planned 65 on Sunday, but I think I tempered it with water and cheesecake. Dee-lish.
Sunday came too quickly. It is my only day to "sleep in" but it is a choice over the heat. I got over the first hurdle just by putting on my kit and walking outside. Hellishly hot at 9:10. But I rode. I told myself I did not have the energy to take on the "Troll Booth Keeper" and if directed, I would hit the sidewalk. Instead there was a car in the lane, I deftly moved to the inside and up the bridge. I smiled as I heard the air-raid warning siren guessing it was on my behalf. Suddenly, a third of the way up a fist-sized chunk of concrete flew up and hit me in the ankle out of nowhere. WTF! I had to stop, check that nothing had fallen off the bike. Nope. I surmised that the "Troll Booth" keeper willed it upon me. Picture a troll, eyes scowling, fingers at the temples willing the rock to fly up and launch toward me in retribution for my stealth move. At least that is what I think happened.
The ride was good going out, nice people, well wishes and concerns about the heat. I was able to ride with a young woman named Courtney for a while. She is a percussionist for the Atlanta Symphony Orchestra She was on vacation and had her bike shipped down. A great Scott. She had ridden that morning with a group of folks including a Cat 1 racer who do an island loop on the weekends. Congrats for hanging with them -- fast. Me, just slogging along.
I did the 65. Took 8.5 minutes off my 60 time and a five mile cool-down. The heat really kicked in about mile 38. I think I was barely sweating by the end but I needed the saddle time for Mountain Mama.
Took the girls to the beach -- our first time as a family. Shilo managed to drink saltwater and turned herself into a walking water cannon -- if you get my drift. Quite a site -- projectile anal fluids.
On that note, spin on
Friday, July 18, 2008
Orthotics, Dream Interpretation & Doubt
There is a title worthy of Jason at The Soiled Chamois...
It was a weird night last night. Had a good weight workout at the gym, felt relatively strong and fresh. Headed home, caught the TdF coverage until it got too late. I was hopeful of getting up and walking the girls, as Nifi had instituted earlier in the week. Friday was my day. It still gave me extra sleep time with less self-imposed pressure to get into the office. I failed on all three counts.
2:31 a.m. the LabAlarm™ went off. Must have been lots of creatures stirring under the full moon because Shilo was up, barking and at the back door. Like and idiot I let her out. I have never seen that dog move so fast! She tore back and forth across the yard, then around the side, huffing and barking. Emily immediately followed suit. Then so did the dog two doors down. I sheepishly called the girls in while they yelled at their dog to be quiet as well.
From there it was tossing and turning for over an hour. When I did fall asleep I had nightmares about Mountain Mama. Spenghali left me to ride alone, it was raining and we kept taking a bus between climbs. One rider was pissed because we fed his dog too much and he had to leave. Before the final ascent (Hoover 19% grade) I lost my rain jacket and cleats so Spenghali left several minutes before I could locate them. When I did find the cleats, I had several layers of old, broken orthotics in them... very strange. Time to wake up with feelings of doubt creeping in to my subconscious, looking dangerously for excuses.
Tonight is 24, Spin Saturday and a scheduled 65 Sunday. Wish me luck!
Spin On
It was a weird night last night. Had a good weight workout at the gym, felt relatively strong and fresh. Headed home, caught the TdF coverage until it got too late. I was hopeful of getting up and walking the girls, as Nifi had instituted earlier in the week. Friday was my day. It still gave me extra sleep time with less self-imposed pressure to get into the office. I failed on all three counts.
2:31 a.m. the LabAlarm™ went off. Must have been lots of creatures stirring under the full moon because Shilo was up, barking and at the back door. Like and idiot I let her out. I have never seen that dog move so fast! She tore back and forth across the yard, then around the side, huffing and barking. Emily immediately followed suit. Then so did the dog two doors down. I sheepishly called the girls in while they yelled at their dog to be quiet as well.
From there it was tossing and turning for over an hour. When I did fall asleep I had nightmares about Mountain Mama. Spenghali left me to ride alone, it was raining and we kept taking a bus between climbs. One rider was pissed because we fed his dog too much and he had to leave. Before the final ascent (Hoover 19% grade) I lost my rain jacket and cleats so Spenghali left several minutes before I could locate them. When I did find the cleats, I had several layers of old, broken orthotics in them... very strange. Time to wake up with feelings of doubt creeping in to my subconscious, looking dangerously for excuses.
Tonight is 24, Spin Saturday and a scheduled 65 Sunday. Wish me luck!
Spin On
Thursday, July 17, 2008
Saddle Up
Resting After A Big Day Spent With Friends
Finally the skies stopped pissing rain long enough to get out on the road! Felt great too. I made a slight seat angle adjustment after the AlVelo fitting and it was damn near perfect -- minimal to no hand numbness and good speeds. I cranked out 22 miles. The new Polar F11 HR monitor is cool, it registered me at Max 181, Avg 150 and 1222 calories (which were soon vanquished with a Doghead Fish Ale).
Read Juneau Jill's Arctic Glass and she is back on the road bike -- kicking some serious continual speeds in my book. I wish I could push higher speeds, but I guess I will have to contend with a flat-lander's 46+ year old capabilities. Goals.
Spin On
Wednesday, July 16, 2008
Rain Rain Go Away
Not much news in the way of cycling. About time to consider taking up rafting. 7-10 inches of rain in our area in two days. More on the way. Might have to be riding the trainer tonight.
Sunday was a recovery day from the 15 bags of yard trimming and extreme heat. Monday was a scheduled rest day and Tuesday was to be weights but I had nothing in me at the day's end. Home to watch rest day re-cap of the TdF and walk the girls.
Time for MM training is running out and it has been an a** kicker at work -- both workload and lots of emotions. It is bringing me down. I will have to dig deep to get back in the proper frame of mind.
Spin On
Sunday was a recovery day from the 15 bags of yard trimming and extreme heat. Monday was a scheduled rest day and Tuesday was to be weights but I had nothing in me at the day's end. Home to watch rest day re-cap of the TdF and walk the girls.
Time for MM training is running out and it has been an a** kicker at work -- both workload and lots of emotions. It is bringing me down. I will have to dig deep to get back in the proper frame of mind.
Spin On
Monday, July 14, 2008
News of Greatness
Not much riding this weekend -- too many chores and work to catch up on. I did try out the bike for 20 Friday, first time since the fitting. Felt good over-all. No residual pain anywhere aside from a little fatigue on my lower, left side back. My feet ached a little, probably due to the new cleat positions.
Saturday was Spin. The instructor had some surgery and could not coach from the bike. I think it was worse! We did some hefty jumps and pushes from the saddle. I went sans-heart monitor so I could really only focus on the pain:) I thought a lot about what the MM climbs would be like -- a little troubling if a Spin instructor had me down!
From there it was home for seven hours of vag__a hot yard work. Hot and humid, I changed clothes five times! I hope that counts in lieu of doing 65 on Sunday -- felt like it should -- since I had to spend some "quality" weekend time in office. "Yeah. that would be great." No riding Sunday, just another dose of yard work to finish up what the rain ended Saturday.
So, what is so great you ask? Well I have a great sister (three actually). One has three great daughters of her own (and one son of same caliber). One married a great guy and now I am a Great Uncle (again).
Meet Logan Michael -- perhaps the newest Team R2R member. Note to self -- order x-small jersey next year.
In other great news, I have a healthy heart! The Holter monitor results show no abnormalities. 42 bpm resting, 67 bpm average and a max of 172 bpm during my workout. Plus one spike on the chart at 2:00 a.m. when the smoke alarm went off! You can actually see one huge spike -- humor. A new Polar F11 HR monitor is on the way.
Spin On
Saturday was Spin. The instructor had some surgery and could not coach from the bike. I think it was worse! We did some hefty jumps and pushes from the saddle. I went sans-heart monitor so I could really only focus on the pain:) I thought a lot about what the MM climbs would be like -- a little troubling if a Spin instructor had me down!
From there it was home for seven hours of vag__a hot yard work. Hot and humid, I changed clothes five times! I hope that counts in lieu of doing 65 on Sunday -- felt like it should -- since I had to spend some "quality" weekend time in office. "Yeah. that would be great." No riding Sunday, just another dose of yard work to finish up what the rain ended Saturday.
So, what is so great you ask? Well I have a great sister (three actually). One has three great daughters of her own (and one son of same caliber). One married a great guy and now I am a Great Uncle (again).
Meet Logan Michael -- perhaps the newest Team R2R member. Note to self -- order x-small jersey next year.
In other great news, I have a healthy heart! The Holter monitor results show no abnormalities. 42 bpm resting, 67 bpm average and a max of 172 bpm during my workout. Plus one spike on the chart at 2:00 a.m. when the smoke alarm went off! You can actually see one huge spike -- humor. A new Polar F11 HR monitor is on the way.
Spin On
Friday, July 11, 2008
Good Touch. Bad Touch.
Before Fitting
Stolen from BRAIN Web Site
Okay, it is probably title blocks like that which cause me to get spammed by German teenage girl porn sites, but I can't help myself. So, that is why I have changed some of the security preferences for those of you who leave replies. Sorry for any inconvenience.
Alternate Title: Normally I Don't Let Men Touch Me...
I went in for a bike fitting yesterday and it was apparently long over due. Bike Route Al took some initial measurements, checked the bike and said "Dude, it's like you are riding a Townie!" Way off. He later likened my riding geometry to a recumbent -- nice. Anyway, I should be in the proper riding position now. Seat raised over an inch, (another) new stem, seat and pedal adjustments. It does feel more comfortable and I hope to test it out tonight on the road. I need to make a little note for the stem reminding me to unlock my elbows -- probably the cause of my hands going numb.
I hope to get back to Spin Class tomorrow and then long over-due yard work. Sunday should be and attempted 65 again, but I need to get back into the office. Plus, the heat of last week kicked my butt and left me weak for the week. I think fewer is better this weekend, then I have two more to go until MM.
I am caught in Medical Records Hell now. Holter test over a week ago and my Doc keeps telling me to call the Cardio Doc and visa-versa. I just want to get some answers -- guess I will spend some quality phone time this morning.
Spin On
Wednesday, July 9, 2008
Waiting It Out
First, Happy Birthday, Jacamo! Congrats on the Half Century Mark! Many more, my friend.
Venice Back Alley
Venice Grand Canal
The above pics from Venice. Although the day was a bit cool and cloudy, we got in a great gondola ride. Amazing that the city was built on a marsh, supported by over a million (now petrified pilings) and consists of 118 islands with over 430 connecting bridges.
Today was the day I was to get my Holter results. It is of course the day my docs office is closed. So I wait.
Feeling a bit weary today. I upped the weights and added some new machines last night at the gym. Could be the red wine and late night TdF coverage too. I can't bare another Saab commercial. What is worse than a repetitive, repetitive ad? I'm in the business and it is killing me!
Spin On
Venice Back Alley
Venice Grand Canal
The above pics from Venice. Although the day was a bit cool and cloudy, we got in a great gondola ride. Amazing that the city was built on a marsh, supported by over a million (now petrified pilings) and consists of 118 islands with over 430 connecting bridges.
Today was the day I was to get my Holter results. It is of course the day my docs office is closed. So I wait.
Feeling a bit weary today. I upped the weights and added some new machines last night at the gym. Could be the red wine and late night TdF coverage too. I can't bare another Saab commercial. What is worse than a repetitive, repetitive ad? I'm in the business and it is killing me!
Spin On
Monday, July 7, 2008
Troll Booth Keeper
Lots of events this weekend, from July 4th to rides. But the thing that "got my goat" was the Sanibel "Troll" Booth again. I was again flagged down trying to go over the bridge. "She" insisted I use the sidewalk they put in. I told her it was too slow and dangerous to use. "I don't care" was the reply. I insisted (as I used the sidewalk) that the slowdown and position was not safe. "I don't care, complain to the County" was the reply. I stated that I thought it was ridiculous. PING! The magic words "Bikes are taking money away". Aaah, money, the root of all evil. For years -- decades actually, you could ride the bridge at no cost as a cyclist. The new bridge opened less than a year ago. Now a month ago they make us use a slow and dangerous sidewalk to go through the Troll area. I felt like shouting "Same rules, same rights" but realized I would then be subject to the $6 toll. I will be seeking some support and information from the local clubs and shops before contacting the County.
Rides: Friday was a casual neighborhood spin on the 6K. Should have been 24 but I felt lazy and tight after weights Thursday. Saturday I did 24. Felt good despite the heat. I was pretty worried about what the vet would tell us after checking Emily, she had been having a rough week. Fortunately she said she noted no more deterioration and changed from aspirin to Rimadyl. Emily seems be feeling better which, in turn gave me a little more spänk in my legs.
Sunday I set out for 65. I only managed 61+ because it was so f**king hot! I was feeling weak after the last climb home and my HR was climbing slowly. I knew it was more important to cool down then hit the mileage. I needed shade, AC and hydration. I was able to watch the end of Wimbledon, TdF and Olympic trials. It was a TV Tri-fecta!
Spin On
Rides: Friday was a casual neighborhood spin on the 6K. Should have been 24 but I felt lazy and tight after weights Thursday. Saturday I did 24. Felt good despite the heat. I was pretty worried about what the vet would tell us after checking Emily, she had been having a rough week. Fortunately she said she noted no more deterioration and changed from aspirin to Rimadyl. Emily seems be feeling better which, in turn gave me a little more spänk in my legs.
Sunday I set out for 65. I only managed 61+ because it was so f**king hot! I was feeling weak after the last climb home and my HR was climbing slowly. I knew it was more important to cool down then hit the mileage. I needed shade, AC and hydration. I was able to watch the end of Wimbledon, TdF and Olympic trials. It was a TV Tri-fecta!
Spin On
Thursday, July 3, 2008
Dr. Holter, I Presume
Above is a picture of Florence overlooking the Arno River. Florence is a beautiful, historic city home to Michelangelo's David and Botticelli's Venus. I highly recommend the trip if you can.
Yesterday I went in for my Holter monitor. I didn't really know what to expect (other than I would be getting a shave:). That was the worst part I guess, dry razor, alcohol rub down and an emery board scuffing of the afore mentioned areas. Seven paddles attached and connected to a recorder about the size of a cigarette pack. I asked if I could work out and the nurse was surprised, no one had ever asked that -- mainly because the typically see octogenarians. Anyway, it was not too bad aside from the itching!
Weather did not comply and I did an hour+ on the trainer. It felt good actually, listening to music, dry and reading bad closed-captioning on the news. I ramped it up pretty good, even did a couple sets of jumps just to ensure my Holter got a workout too. Hard not to get it wet with all the sweat -- hope I'm no buying this unit!
The rest of the night was typical, quietish, walking the girls, watching Olympic swim trials. I still get nervous when the competitions starts, a left-over from my seven years of competing I suppose.
All was well until 2:00 a.m. when the smoke alarms went off! There is something that triggers one (dust, moisture, etc) and they all synch to go off together. Why is it always in the dead of the night!? I have to do some investigating into that next. At the least, should give the cardiologist a good read.
Weights tonight, hopefully and some good rides over the 4th.
Happy Independence Day to all and enjoy the start of TdF!
Spin On
Monday, June 30, 2008
The Bike Gods Were Angry...
After my spin class HR issues I was a little anxious about attempting 60 miles on Sunday. I got up and began prepping. I was actually feeling nervous, like I was riding an event. But I felt I had to ride the distance, it needed to be accomplished and act as a turning point before Mountain Mama.
I had spent Saturday afternoon cleaning The Carbon Suppository (Trek 5200) and putting the seat bottle cages -- I knew I would be needing all the access to fluids I could get. So I was ready. I told myself not to over-do, just finish. The temps were going to be 95º plus. Add in the humidity and it had to feel over 100º. Things seemed to be moving along. I managed to slip in behind a giant motor coach at the toll booth and was able to avoid the "sidewalk" set up for bikers. Cool. On the first decent one back bottle pops out. Crap. Off the bike, hike back up the bridge, fetch and secure said bottle. Next bridge a weird rubbing sound starts. I had just gone over the entire bike. Thought it was the front brake. Stop, check it out -- nothing. Continue on. Suddenly it gets worse, way worse. I stop again and could find no problems with the bike and brakes. Then I notice the same offending bottle had slipped down out the cage and was rubbing the tire. Re-secure both bottles and head out again. Next causeway, the other bottle pops out and flies into the middle of the road. Stop, wait for traffic to clear, fetch, re-secure bottle and head out. Again.
At the four-way stop I balance and wait my turn. Unlike the guy in the rented SUV who pulls out and notices me right when I am in front of his grill. No collision. I guess it is Karma repaying me for splitting some pedestrians like an Italian scooter the other day. Of course they had right of way, but they NEVER even looked while crossing the road. Their kid never stopped texting!
As I had hopped (or more professionally "predicted" the headwinds shifted during the course of my ride. I had some good tailwind out, cross on the way back and tailwind at the finish. Sweet. Of course the Ride Gods threw down at me one more time as I was feeling week. I pass some guy, no helmet, ipod, on a balloon tire bike with a white plastic basket. I breeze by him and keep on going. I was fidgeting with my hand position and I note he is right on my tail! He drafts on me for a while. Now that's just insulting -- balloon tires and a basket riding me! That gave me a little more mojo.
I did the complete 60 with decent HR levels. I told myself if it went over 200 and stayed up I would call Nifi and bag the ride, but it was pretty good. Curious about the Holter monitor Wednesday.
Settled in for the afternoon and stayed cool inside.
Spin On
I had spent Saturday afternoon cleaning The Carbon Suppository (Trek 5200) and putting the seat bottle cages -- I knew I would be needing all the access to fluids I could get. So I was ready. I told myself not to over-do, just finish. The temps were going to be 95º plus. Add in the humidity and it had to feel over 100º. Things seemed to be moving along. I managed to slip in behind a giant motor coach at the toll booth and was able to avoid the "sidewalk" set up for bikers. Cool. On the first decent one back bottle pops out. Crap. Off the bike, hike back up the bridge, fetch and secure said bottle. Next bridge a weird rubbing sound starts. I had just gone over the entire bike. Thought it was the front brake. Stop, check it out -- nothing. Continue on. Suddenly it gets worse, way worse. I stop again and could find no problems with the bike and brakes. Then I notice the same offending bottle had slipped down out the cage and was rubbing the tire. Re-secure both bottles and head out again. Next causeway, the other bottle pops out and flies into the middle of the road. Stop, wait for traffic to clear, fetch, re-secure bottle and head out. Again.
At the four-way stop I balance and wait my turn. Unlike the guy in the rented SUV who pulls out and notices me right when I am in front of his grill. No collision. I guess it is Karma repaying me for splitting some pedestrians like an Italian scooter the other day. Of course they had right of way, but they NEVER even looked while crossing the road. Their kid never stopped texting!
As I had hopped (or more professionally "predicted" the headwinds shifted during the course of my ride. I had some good tailwind out, cross on the way back and tailwind at the finish. Sweet. Of course the Ride Gods threw down at me one more time as I was feeling week. I pass some guy, no helmet, ipod, on a balloon tire bike with a white plastic basket. I breeze by him and keep on going. I was fidgeting with my hand position and I note he is right on my tail! He drafts on me for a while. Now that's just insulting -- balloon tires and a basket riding me! That gave me a little more mojo.
I did the complete 60 with decent HR levels. I told myself if it went over 200 and stayed up I would call Nifi and bag the ride, but it was pretty good. Curious about the Holter monitor Wednesday.
Settled in for the afternoon and stayed cool inside.
Spin On
Saturday, June 28, 2008
Ups and Downs
Yesterday was hopefully my last day of feeling jet-lagged. I was toast most of the afternoon at work (which is why I am back Saturday playing catch-up!) Anyway, I did have a good ride last night. 18 miles, as per my century training schedule. I didn't rock it too hard, just enough and my HR stayed very comfortable at 170 max and 138 average. I had a spike to 222, but that had to be a false read. Probably some old lady turning on Matlock just when I went by her mobile home (which, by the way,a re prevalent in my neck of town). So I felt good about things, popped a Chimay and chilled out for a while before some tastey Mexican food.
Up Saturday and off to spin class. Warmed up fine, started class and maxed at 240 bpm ( think that is my monitors max). Average was 171...WTF? I feel fine, just not sure what to think.
Tomorrow is a scheduled 60. I am going slow and resting often to beat the heat. Should be 100º + on the road.
Spin On
Up Saturday and off to spin class. Warmed up fine, started class and maxed at 240 bpm ( think that is my monitors max). Average was 171...WTF? I feel fine, just not sure what to think.
Tomorrow is a scheduled 60. I am going slow and resting often to beat the heat. Should be 100º + on the road.
Spin On
Friday, June 27, 2008
I'm Cranky
No, not as in Cranky Monkey, the enduro ride this weekend up north. Good luck to Jason and Travis! Hope you ride safe and swiftly and look forward to your reports.
Nope, I'm just cranky -- have been all week. Not sure really why. Could be adjusting to the jet-lag, adjusting to work, or just being maladjusted in general. I am looking forward to some riding and Spin class to level things back out. Work has caused my diet to go to H*ll too. From five course, wine ladened meals to McDonald's on the run throws one's system off.
Next Wednesday I go in for the Holter monitor. I should be able to workout that evening too so they can get accurate readings on what is going on with the rapid heart rate. My chest has felt tight the past couple days but I feel pretty certain it is just the pressure of pending presentations for work. I want to resolve these issues so I can train harder in preparation for Mountain Mama.
Back to Italy for a moment. This is about as close to that Italian frame as I could get.
I was flaberghasted when Nifi gave the frame purchase a green light! One cool wife. She said she understood that it is a dream of mine and now was the time and place to make it happen. To my surprise I did not see a single bike shop. We were of course in ancient cities and downtown areas. Guess I will just have to go back:)
Nope, I'm just cranky -- have been all week. Not sure really why. Could be adjusting to the jet-lag, adjusting to work, or just being maladjusted in general. I am looking forward to some riding and Spin class to level things back out. Work has caused my diet to go to H*ll too. From five course, wine ladened meals to McDonald's on the run throws one's system off.
Next Wednesday I go in for the Holter monitor. I should be able to workout that evening too so they can get accurate readings on what is going on with the rapid heart rate. My chest has felt tight the past couple days but I feel pretty certain it is just the pressure of pending presentations for work. I want to resolve these issues so I can train harder in preparation for Mountain Mama.
Back to Italy for a moment. This is about as close to that Italian frame as I could get.
I was flaberghasted when Nifi gave the frame purchase a green light! One cool wife. She said she understood that it is a dream of mine and now was the time and place to make it happen. To my surprise I did not see a single bike shop. We were of course in ancient cities and downtown areas. Guess I will just have to go back:)
Wednesday, June 25, 2008
Meat Pistons
Yesterday was a weird day. I was back from vacation, the dew was quickly off the lily and I wanted to curl up and ignore everyone. That is, of course, impossible. I did my best to remain silent and reserve the energy for a ride after work. I was amazed, first that I followed through and rode, secondly that the rain stayed away and lastly that I had one of my best average speed days in a long while. I managed 20+ miles and could of cranked a little longer but as I mentioned, it was a long day.
The highlight was smoking a Vespa on the long straight away road. Granted, I had a little tail wind, I started back with a running start as the the Vespa was near a dead stop and was probably running on a half cylinder. Still, I'll take Man Vs. Machine any day.
No ride or weights tonight, playing catch-up at work.
Spin On
The highlight was smoking a Vespa on the long straight away road. Granted, I had a little tail wind, I started back with a running start as the the Vespa was near a dead stop and was probably running on a half cylinder. Still, I'll take Man Vs. Machine any day.
No ride or weights tonight, playing catch-up at work.
Spin On
Monday, June 23, 2008
Hot and Jet Lagged
So recovery begins a little slowly. I did a forty-five minute ride on the 6000 Saturday after lawn-work, a cheeseburger (thank God for American food and ice) and a nap. Sunday I woke up feeling good so I decided to head out for 25 before hitting training hard prior to Mountain Mama. I ended up doing 33 and finished in a puddle of sweat.
I know, Share the Road. Same Rules. Same Rights. But as I approached the toll booth for the Causeway I slowed at a red light, no cars so I went on. The toll keeper steps out and waves me down. S**t! busted for that? She wanted to tell me that they put in a "sidewalk" for cyclists to go past the toll. It is actually about 6 feet of curbed pavement with two 90º turns. That means going from 15-20 m.p.h. to 2 and starting the ascent. Sucks. I hope to ignore it in the future.
Heart rate was high again. Up to 212 at one point and the average with a cool down was 158 bpm. Thinking most of it is due to heat. We'll see, I get a Holter monitor later this month.
Two positives were being the "rabbit" and getting passed. I later caught up to a guy named Peter and we rode and chatted for a while. He does the same basic route I do weekly.
Hot, tired and sleepy I rested the bulk of the day watching Olympic Trials, wishing I had the thighs of a 14 year old gymnast and proud that I had a bigger chest. Saw Italy get beat in a shoot out and the end of the Tour de Suisse. Staying indoors felt great.
Here is a picture from the trip right outside our first hotel in Rome. It is the old wall built by Emperor Constantine in the year 400... still standing. Try that in modern times.
I know, Share the Road. Same Rules. Same Rights. But as I approached the toll booth for the Causeway I slowed at a red light, no cars so I went on. The toll keeper steps out and waves me down. S**t! busted for that? She wanted to tell me that they put in a "sidewalk" for cyclists to go past the toll. It is actually about 6 feet of curbed pavement with two 90º turns. That means going from 15-20 m.p.h. to 2 and starting the ascent. Sucks. I hope to ignore it in the future.
Heart rate was high again. Up to 212 at one point and the average with a cool down was 158 bpm. Thinking most of it is due to heat. We'll see, I get a Holter monitor later this month.
Two positives were being the "rabbit" and getting passed. I later caught up to a guy named Peter and we rode and chatted for a while. He does the same basic route I do weekly.
Hot, tired and sleepy I rested the bulk of the day watching Olympic Trials, wishing I had the thighs of a 14 year old gymnast and proud that I had a bigger chest. Saw Italy get beat in a shoot out and the end of the Tour de Suisse. Staying indoors felt great.
Here is a picture from the trip right outside our first hotel in Rome. It is the old wall built by Emperor Constantine in the year 400... still standing. Try that in modern times.
Saturday, June 21, 2008
Back In The Saddle
Been out of town for the last ten days -- Nifi and I traveled to Italy. While I did not come home with that Italian frame, I did come back with great memories and souvenirs --the best of which are new found friends!
I will be back to biking soon and I will include some images and tid-bits on our travels.
Spin On
I will be back to biking soon and I will include some images and tid-bits on our travels.
Spin On
Monday, June 9, 2008
Chasing Rabbits
This weekend's training log began on the stationery bike in the RankRoom™ due to heavy downpours -- typical for our sub-tropic environment. Got in a good hour spin starting with a warm-up, consistently gearing up every ten minutes then a cool down.
Saturday was up early for Spin Class. I took a good long warm-up before class started. Once it began so did my heart rate issues. I spiked to 236 at one point but it would drop back to a normal to high level. Recovery seems to come quickly though. I am scheduled to get a Holter Monitor at the end of the month to see what's up.
Errands and yard work into the heat of the day, then a long nap. Felt sinfully good:)
Sunday was up with the girls and prepping for a ride. I was scheduled for 60 but with having to come into work, chores and pending travel, I felt it best to cut back. I did 35 with a two mile cool down. Felt pretty good. I had a nice tailwind for 20 miles and kept a good pace back into the wind home.
I used this ride to "chase rabbits", i.e. other cyclists. Can't say it was all that effective since they were mainly tourists or dads towing kids on third wheels. Plus my new rear LED light popped off on a decent and I had to do a repair on the road. Errg.
Today is a rest day, tomorrow weights.
Spin On
Saturday was up early for Spin Class. I took a good long warm-up before class started. Once it began so did my heart rate issues. I spiked to 236 at one point but it would drop back to a normal to high level. Recovery seems to come quickly though. I am scheduled to get a Holter Monitor at the end of the month to see what's up.
Errands and yard work into the heat of the day, then a long nap. Felt sinfully good:)
Sunday was up with the girls and prepping for a ride. I was scheduled for 60 but with having to come into work, chores and pending travel, I felt it best to cut back. I did 35 with a two mile cool down. Felt pretty good. I had a nice tailwind for 20 miles and kept a good pace back into the wind home.
I used this ride to "chase rabbits", i.e. other cyclists. Can't say it was all that effective since they were mainly tourists or dads towing kids on third wheels. Plus my new rear LED light popped off on a decent and I had to do a repair on the road. Errg.
Today is a rest day, tomorrow weights.
Spin On
Friday, June 6, 2008
Jersey
Took a few cues from Rock Racing with the Carbon. Color theme remains about the same as the past. Included some inside jokes, like the No Pussies Chimay Kitty and the side panel caffeine molecule.
Spin On
Reveling in Routine
Ready for the weekend. Last week was short, included a fun ride and good friends making this week seem a little long. Not much on the docket, Spin class, errands, yard work, Belgian ales and a longish ride Sunday hopefully.
Tickled that the '08 Team R2R jerseys came in -- personally, I think they look great. I appreciate all the insights from the Team in helping make it look it's best. Now time to start thinking about '09 and more swag!
Spin On
Tickled that the '08 Team R2R jerseys came in -- personally, I think they look great. I appreciate all the insights from the Team in helping make it look it's best. Now time to start thinking about '09 and more swag!
Spin On
Thursday, June 5, 2008
Quick Spin
Got in a quick 14 last night before the afternoon rains set in. We really need the rain. Brown lawns, muck on fire in Lake "O", hot. It is very cleansing to the soul as well. I could do without the lightening though. Shakes the house and startles the Bejeezus out of you.
So the source of my loose bearings was the bottom of the headset. What were to be sealed Crane Creek bearings busted open. While I am not happy with the Trek's manufacture (I also had a bad bottom bracket some of you might recall) I think this might have been due to travel and awkward stresses on the down tube. Alvelo slapped a quick fix on it in the morning, I got it a lunch and will wait for the new part to come in before but it is fine to ride.
Been looking at Italian frames and found a cool site. Take a look:)
Spin On
So the source of my loose bearings was the bottom of the headset. What were to be sealed Crane Creek bearings busted open. While I am not happy with the Trek's manufacture (I also had a bad bottom bracket some of you might recall) I think this might have been due to travel and awkward stresses on the down tube. Alvelo slapped a quick fix on it in the morning, I got it a lunch and will wait for the new part to come in before but it is fine to ride.
Been looking at Italian frames and found a cool site. Take a look:)
Spin On
Wednesday, June 4, 2008
I'm Shiflexic
Thanks to Jim at EMCC for getting the Ride 2 The Rescue site back up and running!
Here are a few more random thoughts from the weekend C&G ride.
First, I annoy myself with continually shifting in the wrong direction. Big right lever, big gear. Small right lever, small gear. Nearly every time I readied a climb or prepared for a decent I fired the shifters the wrong way -- especially annoying on the climbs. All the noise (chain slap, grunting, swearing and groaning) made me sound like bad porn... really bad porn.
Second, may apologies to a rider I inadvertently got inside of at a stop sign -- thought we were clear. Payback was a long and dirty look. Also a faux pax of coasting to the front of the pack at a stop sign instead of holding my position. My only defense is that I am new to the group ride thing. I'll know better next time.
Lastly, the trip continues to cost me. As I rebuilt my bike last night and readied the case to store I noted 1, 2, 3 no 4, crap 5! bearings in the box. I assume it is from the headset being lose but it is in to the shop this morning for a once over.
This is becoming an expensive hobby. The Pinarello might have to wait a while longer.
Spin On
Here are a few more random thoughts from the weekend C&G ride.
First, I annoy myself with continually shifting in the wrong direction. Big right lever, big gear. Small right lever, small gear. Nearly every time I readied a climb or prepared for a decent I fired the shifters the wrong way -- especially annoying on the climbs. All the noise (chain slap, grunting, swearing and groaning) made me sound like bad porn... really bad porn.
Second, may apologies to a rider I inadvertently got inside of at a stop sign -- thought we were clear. Payback was a long and dirty look. Also a faux pax of coasting to the front of the pack at a stop sign instead of holding my position. My only defense is that I am new to the group ride thing. I'll know better next time.
Lastly, the trip continues to cost me. As I rebuilt my bike last night and readied the case to store I noted 1, 2, 3 no 4, crap 5! bearings in the box. I assume it is from the headset being lose but it is in to the shop this morning for a once over.
This is becoming an expensive hobby. The Pinarello might have to wait a while longer.
Spin On
Tuesday, June 3, 2008
Cycling At All Costs
Let's Roll
Team R2R Sucks It Up (and in)
We all understand that there is a cost associated with our chosen sport, be it road or trail. First there is the bike of course, like any machine it keeps on taking money to upgrade and operate. The cost is not outrageous and minimal if you consider most other vehicles, be it boat, car or some other mechanized piece of equipment – like my John Deere L111.
Then there is the cost of accessories – clothing, protective wear, computers, etc. On that note, here is a great product for stowing gear.
The cost of fuel and supplements is low considering for the most part it is water. Sure you could argue the value of Cliff Shots versus gasoline but you can differ some of that cost toward sustenance.
Yes there is the cost of time and abuse. Take for instance the poor woman who suffered the double whammy at Cheers & Gears when she fell three miles short of the end, cracked her collar bone only to discover she had locked her keys in her SUV and had to wait two hours for AAA. There is also of course the health benefits involved – perhaps the C&Gs 76-year old rider got his start as did the 9-year old who completed the entire course. Like any 9-year old, mom was there to support and help with details, like getting the Camel Pak off and tennis shoes on:) So I say they aforementioned abuses pretty much even out.
Cycling is still ahead in cost department then.
Now we come to the greatest inequity of all, travel. My ticket cost $318 round trip on US Airways. I guess that is fair, even if it was only for two nights, that would be about four days of driving. Incidentally, I was the furthest-flung rider with a travel distance of 816 miles to the event. So that is a good deal right? Okay now the bike box.
We as traveling cyclists are immediately shunned. The Sky Cabs will not check you in – not even your luggage. You make your way to the ticket counter like a cattle to slaughter via the cordon maze. First question at the counter: Is there a bike in there? No, it is a famous painting I disguise as a bike by covering the box with Giro, Twin Six and Specialized stickers. Of course it is. That will be $100. Second bag fee $25. Each way. My charity ride to benefit Ride 2 the Rescue and MS now just cost me $14.20 per riding mile. WTF!!? Sure there is the snappy clerks answer “Deduct it from your taxes.” Fine, go explain that to my wife and see how YOU do. Does the golfer pay more Mr. US Airways Ticket Taker? How about the skier or snowboarder? My bag certainly weighs less than the second bag being transported by the lady from God Knows Where, NY who can’t even lift the damn thing by herself (of course the Sky Cab helped her at the curb). Cyclist Unite! May an even larger plague fall upon the airlines until they realign costs! Of course that would just fall on us travelers in some sort of fee. Nuts! Oh yeah, they stopped serving them.
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