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Pedal & PaddlePetit Chèvrehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12310710223591106392noreply@blogger.comBlogger194125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5176760440289758278.post-19909152911062130392011-12-16T14:06:00.000-05:002011-12-16T14:07:07.080-05:00<a href="http://www.healthcaremanagementdegree.com/biking-and-health/"><img src="http://images.healthcaremanagementdegree.com.s3.amazonaws.com/biking-and-health.gif" alt="Biking And Health" width="500" border="0" /></a><br />Created by: <a href="http://www.healthcaremanagementdegree.com/">Healthcare Management Degree</a>Petit Chèvrehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12310710223591106392noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5176760440289758278.post-47679314316923196892011-10-15T14:40:00.001-04:002011-10-15T14:42:39.313-04:00Riverlutionaries Untie<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKzOZIIZC9F6AjW5ruOl2tAOauLIHVaKPjYecsNXb0VGmj1RSmaKhzxVOCCWZdEzurZsf5BNwDpEiM6pK6fydLTK5IsWLoQrwhp1X50I0I4xqfJH1E3TwNF9j1P4rhRzC7P37CuFtuZKk/s1600/photo.PNG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKzOZIIZC9F6AjW5ruOl2tAOauLIHVaKPjYecsNXb0VGmj1RSmaKhzxVOCCWZdEzurZsf5BNwDpEiM6pK6fydLTK5IsWLoQrwhp1X50I0I4xqfJH1E3TwNF9j1P4rhRzC7P37CuFtuZKk/s400/photo.PNG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663791141872455026" /></a><br />Ride Report <br /><br />On October 8, 2011, 17 riders circumvented the 72 plus miles of Lake Pepin along the Minnesota and Wisconsin boarders. The day seemed unseasonably warm despite some strong head and cross winds. At the start on the bluffs of Wacouta, MN eleven riders headed out followed shortly thereafter by “The Sandwich Sisters” in two vehicles. It became immediately obvious that next year a cue sheet would be a nice addition as four of us headed south to the path and seven headed to the north on the road, but we all came out on the same road and headed into Red Wing. I felt a swell of pride as I looked forward and saw that dark line of jerseys cranking their way toward the bridge into Wisconsin.<br /><br />I was quite taken at the pace this year. Tom and Seth, both accomplished riders lead the grouppo at a solid pace into our first stop at The Haze Loft, Bay City, WI. The shopkeeper at The Flat Iron treated us all to free ice cream! I chose a puff on the inhaler as the next stretch was a two mile plus climb. I was duly impressed with Tina and Theresa’s climbing efforts. They held a steady pace and topped the hill with seeming little effort. I’m still scratching my head how Tony, riding a single speed could push ahead of us geared riders. I used almost every cog on the ring to surmount the 2300 feet climbs all day long. I know this climb was a first for many and while it was not the steepest, it tends to be the most challenging due to the length. As I crested at County Road D, I adjusted and careened down the hill topping out at an exhilarating 39+ miles per hour. <br /><br />We regrouped our “team,” swapped stories so far and headed on to Nelson, WI. For me, this was the most challenging section with shorter but steeper climbs and a cross wind that seemed relenting when you got caught alone. I found the best spot on the ride was to be caught behind Luke and his broad shoulders. I bet it took the typical 30% exertion savings down to about 50%! While some of us stopped in Nelson, others had taken a quick break in Pepin, WI and went on to Wabasha, MN to meet the six remaining team members who would finish up with us. As we acquainted ourselves with each other, all the riders rolled in. I was so pleased to see everyone together (and get one last sandwich). The shop owners at The Eagle’s Nest Café were delightful. Every rider and support person who went in got praise for their <a href="http://crankinstein.net">www.crankinstein.net</a> t-shirts and jerseys. Avid animal rescue and ride supporters they will be a definite SAG stop next year and promote our causes. These folks just exuded “Minnesota Nice,” so glad to have met them.<br /><br />We picked up our six newbie riders and pressed on to Lake City for our now annual “technical” stop at “For Pete’s Sake” bar. Again a cue sheet would have helped as Randy went wayward not knowing where to stop – you might think the bikes outside would be a landmark but the bar lets us bring them inside for safe keeping. This year we had two flats. Both rented bikes got flats, four and ten miles into their journeys. There were a couple lessons learned. First, a quick lesson on how to change a tire and use a CO2 cartridge. Second lesson, how not to change a tire as Ethan’s tube burst at the valve effectively taking him out of the ride. I was proud the way he didn’t let his disappointment get in the way. He helped the SAG teams for the rest of the ride, hung with us all Apré ride and looked forward to defeating the challenges next year. Go Team Crush!<br /><br />I can’t understand how we seemingly had a headwind in every direction, but I think we did. Kind of a slap in the face to have to pedal downhill after 72 miles! But, for my part I had the best average speed of my Riverlutions at 16.8mph. A very important fact for me was the “firsts” for so many. Dan, leader of “Team Zoolander” and rider of Blue Steel, went his personal best distance, as did Kim, Barb and Fred. Many riders had never ridden with a group like this before. Hats off (literally) to Nicole and Marc. Ben, Molly, Eric you were all wonderful and a big part of what we accomplished: Personal bests, awareness and support for animal rescue and cancer.<br /><br />The Apré Party was great. The Rush River beer flowed, we poured wine and poured on the stories. Thanks Nancy for the beautiful bike inspired jewelry – it made the Yankee swap a delight. <br /><br />For next year I will initiate a few changes. First, we will have a “Clue Sheet” for Mike, who, despite the advice of surgeons, three PTs and his wife, rode with determination and a recovering rotator cuff. I hate to congratulate this kind of behavior, but the accomplishment deserves recognition. We will be stopping less and making more sandwiches. I hope next year we secure more sponsors, money per mile not only from riders, but companies and personal fund raising efforts.<br /><br />From the support of my wife and the sacrifice of my training time, to the coordination of Nancy and Toonsis, plus Debbie and Sheila’s bell ringing, a tremendous “Thank you!” all. We probably brought in over $3000 over-all and netted about $1050 for our causes and I am still hoping to get in some more corporate sponsor money. <br /><br />Each and every one of you were wonderful and I cannot thank you enough and hope you will roll with us again next year!Petit Chèvrehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12310710223591106392noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5176760440289758278.post-73927721530645042692011-05-06T14:34:00.003-04:002011-05-06T14:41:05.011-04:00Rolling. Slowly...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjupQT5AVAPszZHMOsUk9Uz99FJvRiQne4FECMee_m-A08TAegT6lvUbH9g-2rSzb46Qab4Lvt11EUJ535Oxv7mp3SanumzknF2GH4quhVtUUOuVTKZvVVayokydP3IR6oft5ZUy5qCRq4/s1600/TeamR2RRaceMensCut.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 236px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjupQT5AVAPszZHMOsUk9Uz99FJvRiQne4FECMee_m-A08TAegT6lvUbH9g-2rSzb46Qab4Lvt11EUJ535Oxv7mp3SanumzknF2GH4quhVtUUOuVTKZvVVayokydP3IR6oft5ZUy5qCRq4/s400/TeamR2RRaceMensCut.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603674978383489234" /></a><br /><br />Seems by the date stamp it has been literally 7 months with no post. Sorry, I've been busy. And, I have the ever-morphing body shape to prove it.<br /><br />But that will be changing... the press is on for this seasons rides and fund-raising for Ride2TheRescue. We had great success last year with about $3900 in donations. I hope we can double that this year -- at a minimum.<br /><br />Check out the jersey -- and, grab a sponsorship if you want -- plenty of room for your logo at this point!<br /><br />Keep Crankin'Petit Chèvrehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12310710223591106392noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5176760440289758278.post-6374513708981330372010-10-03T16:54:00.010-04:002010-10-03T19:20:37.662-04:00Riverlution Ride ReportGrab a coffee or beer, it's a long one.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVtyEnYsyXi5USnhDFUtHPRkj6LUx-zpcBfqpvFj6dPp51ckDBNyOsNLNwREhiSO3ilqJXIv_c9OuVNmlBxdvV9jLmRQFnB2Ma3OejJ8oedm6ZeNb_Qna5VOwl1wZWH88wu1xxd7i5dS8/s1600/Team+One.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVtyEnYsyXi5USnhDFUtHPRkj6LUx-zpcBfqpvFj6dPp51ckDBNyOsNLNwREhiSO3ilqJXIv_c9OuVNmlBxdvV9jLmRQFnB2Ma3OejJ8oedm6ZeNb_Qna5VOwl1wZWH88wu1xxd7i5dS8/s200/Team+One.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523961728709970946" /></a><br /><br />This years ride was more about not riding, I think, than the ride itself. We had such a great collection of family, friends and feasting the time on the bike seemed less important. What was important is that we raised money for animal rescue and cancer research. Thank you everyone who helped by donating time, money or both!<br /><br />The trip was stressful for me and it started before we even left when UPS called to say my bike box label had fallen off. One great guy in Jax called me and sent it on despite "regulations" to send it to lost and found. In tracking it though it was headed to MN but didn't really specify where! Stress Level One.<br /><br />We had an early flight out, direct to MPLS on Delta. Up really early -- even for me -- and took the dogs out for a walk. When I came in Nifi was in the kitchen and said "Our flights been cancelled." I thought she was kidding for a split second, but her look said otherwise. Great. Stress Level Two. Good news was we were re-routed thru Detroit later that morning with decent lay-over time.<br /><br />Later, we decided to take take the option for a cheap upgrade to First Class. Plus, I figured that we would get off the plane faster than struggling from row 35 in coach. All was on time, we boarded and settled into our plush leather seats. That is when I noticed two guys in logoed knit shirts that were not with Delta. I also noticed the pained look on the attendant's faces. Stress level Three enacted. We waited. We waited some more. We would have certainly missed our connection. Then we were asked to deplane, get our bags and re-check in at the counter. Stress Level Four complete.<br /><br />Nifi and I plodded back to baggage claim and fetched our bags. We went upstairs to see a line about a block long! Fortunately we stood next to a quiet older man looking through what looked like a TV Guide. While people chatted he asked where we were going. I lamented that we are trying to get to MPLS and this was our second cancelled flight. He goes back to his book. Then he says "There is a direct flight to MPLS leaving at 3:25." What! This is great -- I booked it from my phone at the back of the line and we raced up and got our boarding passes. The comfort of First Class was long gone and we now have to try and recoup the funds from Delta -- in writing.<br /><br />Two beers go me back to Stress Level Three. The poor SAG Sisters had been driving around MPLS all afternoon waiting for us in rainy MN fall weather. I kept calling them to alert them to our progress. The last straw was circling the airport for 40 minutes due to weather. I nearly kissed the ground when we landed. Travel is not a Martin gene.<br /><br />We had a dark drive south to Redwing. I had a few dark beers to lower me to SL2. But by 9:00 that night we made it to our final destination and the start of family time. Plus, my bike was due in Redwing at 8:00 a.m. thanks to the dedication and investigation by brother Mike.<br /><br />Friday was slow to start. I walked down to my sisters to get coffee while my parents house slept and awoke slowly. From there Brother Mike and I went in town and got my steed from UPS -- sitting in the bay as promised. So happy!<br /><br />That afternoon it was errands and ride planning. The Hilds rolled in from Illinois for the ride. So fun to see them again and share "my home" and family with them. Again, that word "family" pops up. Dinner at SAG Sister Station was phenomenal -- pasta, breads, salads and of course beer and wine (maybe too much!). I forced myself to bed despite the laughter, food and gifts from the vine. I passed out this years jersey's and swag to the Team R2R members who made it to dinner. Tomorrow was the early start for the Second Riverlution. The dogs and honored guests were depending on us. My eldest sister, SG is recovering from surgery to combat cancer. She is a gift -- always spirited, always in awe of what others do, not realizing all she has and will continue to do. Family.<br /><br />Saturday morning was cool and grey, temps hovering just above 50º. But, the howling winds of the previous day had diminished. Small prayers answered. I headed back down to SAG Station One for coffee and a hot breakfast I was eager to ride but anxious too. I was not sure if I had trained enough for the terrain ahead.<br /><br />I had assembled my bike the day before and rode 10 miles on the trail around Wacouta, MN. I pumped up everyone's tires, checked over my bike one more time and changed for the ride. JH was delivered for the ride and breakfast. All was good and three of us headed out with dropping temps. We rolled out at 9:05 and planned to meet the rest of the Team in Wabasha in the early afternoon.<br /><br />The road conditions were bad heading into Redwing. About six miles in I flatted -- big time. I picked up a screw directly into my tire so deep I had to thread it back out. I had one spare, one CO2 cartridge and that was all any of us had. Note for next year -- shwag to include tubes and CO2. Brother Mike remembered one he had in the garage. He called SAG Central and got it added to the wagon. I feared all the training and effort would be cut short by a second flat. I would have been out. Alas, only one more flat was to come and it was a good thing.<br /><br />Bad roads almost put me in a huge rut that would have taken me out, but I missed it at the last second. I can still see it and the calamity that would have ensued. The roads never really got better until we hit WI and highway 35. Of course that is also where we hit the big climb. The climb I trained for all summer. It is not steep but it is over two miles long. Shortly into it I realized I had made a mistake not weight training this year. I quickly ran through every gear I had and began worrying: SL4. My heart rate monitor was acting up as well so I did not trust the numbers. I later found out the chest band was twisted, so a zero reading meant bad connection, not that I was dead. My lungs and legs fought to find a rhythm I could deal with. I chose not to look at the speed but my inner competitiveness drove me to gain on Brother Mike and JH. I was able to lead the way up the hill and back down a gear or three. Just maybe I could have gone up a longer hill...maybe. I made one other error in climbing and that was to look up hill not just ahead. Mentally it can be pretty defeating. That did however give me a smile as Brother Ric climbed out of his car in Team wear to cheer us over the top -- what a great sight to see. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgj1OWAvhsO3ugmivG2AEESgBQLBjjemYnB7sDgbnD9KTU72NqtuRWgY0VaSOmxJ0jw9KJwn1_MuDvTo3YU2Bv5Y0Ft5pj7ZQHOA97ZPtXhkmTO-dS6UfrT5_A0P8q9yZeDHyEgi6gMfRE/s1600/IMG_0129.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgj1OWAvhsO3ugmivG2AEESgBQLBjjemYnB7sDgbnD9KTU72NqtuRWgY0VaSOmxJ0jw9KJwn1_MuDvTo3YU2Bv5Y0Ft5pj7ZQHOA97ZPtXhkmTO-dS6UfrT5_A0P8q9yZeDHyEgi6gMfRE/s200/IMG_0129.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523962218176390706" /></a><br /><br />About half way up, after cars and motorcycles rushing past us, I heard a really loud, nasty sounding car. Sure it was in need of a total ring job, it was the SAG Sisters ringing the cowbell and yelling cheers of encouragement. Great timing. Even greater to see you at the decent for some needed fuel and fluids. Once again Brother Mike descended like a fat man's ham sandwich. I chose not to take pace because of the road conditions. JH chose not to rush down either -- because he is smart.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFjLY4J6hmLxQ9flUXMBHO2CXrJn7Z1JKaLc47y_XU5RKFw_LXdXyuRMHpMoD2k0kwqM0v4K3GtseIfjCwUJvX0RldI7XYMUhS4WvDEpSZ2GnP51S0vK_t7Ht88yl9XLOrgttQ3CfyuTQ/s1600/IMG_0132.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFjLY4J6hmLxQ9flUXMBHO2CXrJn7Z1JKaLc47y_XU5RKFw_LXdXyuRMHpMoD2k0kwqM0v4K3GtseIfjCwUJvX0RldI7XYMUhS4WvDEpSZ2GnP51S0vK_t7Ht88yl9XLOrgttQ3CfyuTQ/s200/IMG_0132.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523962799979733890" /></a><br /><br />The next leg was through several small towns -- worth visiting -- just not during an endurance ride. The terrain mellowed out and thankfully, so did the pavement. Last years ride had me cursing the DOT for such bumpy shoulders. This year all smoothed out. One query for a "sandwich" in Nelson and a quick stop it was on to Wabasha to meet the rest of our Team. And coffee. The temps had never really warmed past the mid-50's and this FL boy was chilled. We met up with our team and new members Tony, Dave and Allison. As introductions were taking place Nifi walked up with hot coffee -- a welcome addition to the ride and my chilled core. We had 27 miles left. I headed out with the Team thanking Juan Valdez and the Smart Wool arm warmers from Spengahli who could not make the ride -- impending, now birth of our newest Team member Kellen Crossley Spencer! Congrats to all. I can't wait to ride with you Kellen.<br /><br />Now a team of eight we broke into smaller peletons based on freshness, training and bikes. Three riders took the lead. As we approached the next stop, they passed it and went on. JH and I stopped for some food and water. While we waited for the next group SAG One got a call. Tony -- who was riding a fixed gear by the way (and my new hero) flatted. They were in Lake City. From the one sided conversation I got "Lake City For Pete's Sake." Back and forth it turns out he flatted right in front of a bar called "For Pete's Sake" and now an added spot on the Riverlution. As we rode in Brother Ric called us -- and our bikes -- into the bar. Team and Sag shared a pitcher (or two) of beer to fortify us for the last 12 miles. SAG Sister SG could did not know what to make of it all. The chamois shorts, Butt Butter, beer and why we would take on the suffering. We all had reasons and she was part of mine. A big part.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrZTAg0nxfkg8egQywWwF95ZS26YRKryNAQVAQeVFAVP_Pm8wzp-bFjc8CDVo6gjlrlJULtafcpAm7WGS3-x4miKSbKe0hpjxcWnUNmSvBBmdrGhH_HhQ1EtmglU8VrKuCtPfKpOR_vIE/s1600/IMG_0135.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrZTAg0nxfkg8egQywWwF95ZS26YRKryNAQVAQeVFAVP_Pm8wzp-bFjc8CDVo6gjlrlJULtafcpAm7WGS3-x4miKSbKe0hpjxcWnUNmSvBBmdrGhH_HhQ1EtmglU8VrKuCtPfKpOR_vIE/s200/IMG_0135.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523963025289272114" /></a><br /><br />Again this year a lump and tear came to me as we topped the last hill and saw my Mom and Dad meeting us at the top waving American flags. Kisses, tears of joy, relief and hugs. Family.<br /><br />Half a mile down the road a welcome party ensued with home-made vegetable soup and thanks to Brother Ric, Rush River Beer to warm our tired legs and fill our hearts with joy that we had made one Riverlution come true. Both the food and the sensation were delicious.<br /><br />The next and final gathering was at Mom's after we all cleaned up and the Hild Girls made it back from their MPLS shopping adventure. We joked, laughed and regaled in the day. Together we were all family and now friends who were family too. In truth they always had been. We toasted our collective success in the ride, the preparation and the SAG support.<br /><br />The night was make poignant by small moments. Young kids that just met and were now fast friends. Brother Ric showing us all the stars visible from Jupiter and the thrill the kids had seeing them. My mother's joy in having her family together again. We rang the cowbell and thanked everyone for being part of one of the biggest things in my life, and part of my family. And though the feeling had not quite come back to my posterior, we made plans for next year. Family.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiWwAd9plujzJDMK2FpUuCShfzRSuoFZ4D77ExlTzRuGkZinR9HWtRRHYyhCYFKtU_5StFesyvbuIpASAl3XraiVbvIgfvuOt1-JIoafEgnz42IVAEkJfsIFgOf69UQV8FD0G9wRR30aQ/s1600/IMG_0147.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiWwAd9plujzJDMK2FpUuCShfzRSuoFZ4D77ExlTzRuGkZinR9HWtRRHYyhCYFKtU_5StFesyvbuIpASAl3XraiVbvIgfvuOt1-JIoafEgnz42IVAEkJfsIFgOf69UQV8FD0G9wRR30aQ/s200/IMG_0147.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523963266325227794" /></a><br /><br />Stress Level Zero.Petit Chèvrehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12310710223591106392noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5176760440289758278.post-31979985773771048212010-09-10T16:25:00.003-04:002010-09-10T16:34:26.135-04:00Paws To Help<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjt1m2VYmZH9zF8I5LPMtWROFfkOQeO_f0gjY3tncAtpUs5LrI7GqmdUEQaok4RODAzIdnTaPDY6VjtaJ1S9AROeHmgvw0KQdpfP2_OAdpdUjpGKPoOz-Gy9pKAr77GneCFooVqkl8o8k8/s1600/Brooks.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjt1m2VYmZH9zF8I5LPMtWROFfkOQeO_f0gjY3tncAtpUs5LrI7GqmdUEQaok4RODAzIdnTaPDY6VjtaJ1S9AROeHmgvw0KQdpfP2_OAdpdUjpGKPoOz-Gy9pKAr77GneCFooVqkl8o8k8/s200/Brooks.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515384599856903746" /></a><br />The sunrise. The swallows return to Capistrano. Taxes. All things that you can count on. So too is our quest to shed some light on animal rescue via our Ride 2 The Rescue efforts. For the fourth year now, a group of dedicated cyclists will head out this fall for long distance rides to generate awareness and hopefully raise some capital. Plus, this year, because of several personal ties, we have added the Susan G. Komen Foundation as a recipient of our efforts.<br /><br />Okay, if you are interested, you want to help, you love the under-dog (or cat, rabbit, whatever) and you despise cancer, this is where we ask for money. Our first ride event is our own, The Riverlution – a 75 mile ride around Lake Pepin in Minnesota, Saturday, September 25. Our ranks have swelled to about eight so far and with folks joining in from Florida and Illinois. There will hopefully be others this fall, but this ride is our primary opportunity to raise as much funding as we can. Our goal is $5,000 this season. We have a long way to ride and a long way to go in order to achieve that mission.<br /><br />Many of you have helped in the past. We have great corporate sponsors who gave generously to fund our team jerseys this year – I know, that sounds just like a little league team. But, the challenges for the rescuers, the researchers, the animals and patients is big league. We all need your help to succeed. If you chose to open a helping heart, there are now two ways. You can visit our <a href="http://www.ride2therescue.com">web site</a> and donate by clicking any amount posted on the dog bones. Those funds go to animal rescue. If you want to support cancer research or you are more of a traditionalist, checks can be sent to Team R2R, Inc. as a tax deductible contribution, address below.<br /><br />Thank you for taking the time to read this and I, along with all my saddle sore compadrés hope you will make our miles count!<br /><br />Steve Martin<br />Spiro & Associates<br />12651 McGregor Blvd, Unit 4-402<br />Fort Myers, FL 33919Petit Chèvrehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12310710223591106392noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5176760440289758278.post-73053590058650450252010-09-08T15:17:00.001-04:002010-09-08T15:17:47.461-04:00My Shadow Rides A LitespeedLong-time-no-post. There really no appropriate explanation, I have been riding, I have been involved in some novel bike related activities and I am excited about the upcoming Riverlution. Guess I just didn’t want to. Facebook and Twitter have so much more immediate gratification. I can usually sum up my activities in 140 characters anyway. I am just not that deep or verbose.<br /><br />This summer has been a battle of my riding mojo (or rather lack there of). Seems I have to really talk myself into saddling up. When I do, the results are typically good and lately, better than expected. I attributed last years riding troubles to the heat. I always try to blame work related stress, cuz it is true. I have been trying to get into a schedule of any sort as the Century Season approaches. First is the Riverlution (70 miles) then the Seagull (100) possibly Ride 4 Hope (50) and then the Horrible Hundred (obviously 100). I am kind of worried about making even the first one at this point.<br /><br />I have been trying to build up distances and my climbing strength. The two seem to be quite at odds with each other. One day I have a great climb workout, the next I can’t fulfill my miles without wanting to up-chuck on my top-tube! The week before last for instance. I did not feel terribly inspired to ride Saturday, but I eased into the idea, my chamois and then the bike. It felt rough out of sorts. I ended up having the fastest ride of my “season!” In fact I had ridden Thursday, Friday and then Saturday. So planning for a 50 on Sunday I was tired but determined. “Los Mojo” was not going to win this week. I felt pretty good, only to determine later that I had enough of a tailwind to fool me into going further. At on point I caught a blue and yellow helmet approaching just out of the corner of my eye. I waited for the rider to pass. I held my line despite being hit repeatedly by branches jutting out like a Deutscher’s Mussette bag just waiting to take me down. I pushed, kept pace and never let up. For four miles all I saw was a shadow hanging there, never really retreating, certainly not gaining. Just there about a yard back. That probably pushed me a little harder than I had hoped because all the way back the headwind pushed back at me. <br /><br />This last Sunday was a scheduled 60 in prep for the Riverlution. I had ridden Friday and Saturday with a magnificent climb Saturday. A pittance for any one else with any elevation, but something for me to aspire towards. I woke up Sunday and Los Mojo was sitting on me like a cement truck. Coffee, puttering around, the threat of increasing heat, nothing inspired me to get out. I came close to going back to bed but prepped a bottle instead. Then another. Then pulled out a jersey. Slowly I readied myself for a ride of any length. I figured maybe 20 miles. Okay then 30. Finally decided I could do 40 and make it back in time for a meeting over some Belgian beer(s).<br /><br />I came around a bend and noted two riders turning around at an intersection. Ah, rabbits to chase. I set out in pursuit. While one got away, I gained on the second, in true predator fashion I sectioned off the weaker from the herd. When I did catch up I noted a man, in his late 60s no doubt, wearing a blue kit riding a Litespeed. Could this be the Shadow from the prior week? Was it a look back or a look forward, to be pretzel thin and venous. I am still not sure. But, he was a nice guy – looked like an anemic Grandpa Walton, and chatty – couldn’t have been The Shadow. We took turns pulling, held a great pace until he turned off and I headed on.<br />Though I had scheduled 60, settled for 40 I ran out of water with no where to refill and had to call it at 38. My hope is this week Los Mojo will take a beating and surrender for the summer.<br /><br />Spin OnPetit Chèvrehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12310710223591106392noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5176760440289758278.post-89099790590928676122010-05-18T12:40:00.004-04:002010-09-10T16:36:53.989-04:00Long TimeIt has obviously been a looooong time since I posted last. Life has been fairly routine, training has been minimal but I am in an effort to amp it up again. Jerseys are almost done, sponsors are about lined up and the miles lay before me for this years fund raising events.<br /><br />So, what prompted me to write? Yesterday on the way home to watch the static finish line of the Tour of California and listen to Paul and Phil try and talk for 2 hours while no camera coverage was available of the race, I noted yet another new Florida license plate. For the non-resident, there are literally 125+ custom plates. Not vanity plates, license plates to promote a cause or group. Mine is naturally a share the road -- supports bike awareness and routes. The universities all have them. There are plates to save panthers, bears and sea turtles. I'm fine with all that. But yesterday I ended up behind some grandiose SUV toting a mom and 2.2 kids. The plate shouting out in bold yellow letters, looking like it was designed in Word®, in a most sanguine voice "PLAY TENNIS!" Now, I enjoy tennis -- aside from the now obligatory grunting of both male and female players. And, I am far too lazy to actually research if it has any beneficiaries. Seriously Play Tennis? Why not Curling!<br /><br />LABstrongPetit Chèvrehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12310710223591106392noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5176760440289758278.post-87205439711997315812010-01-15T08:53:00.002-05:002010-01-15T09:20:20.446-05:00Florida FrostRiding in Florida is a challenge for several reasons. One is the heat. Riding a 95º with humidity to match creates temps well over 100º. Then there is the traffic. Orlando is the number one rated worst place to cycle. And now, my fellow Spinsters, it will get even <a href="file:///Users/sjm/Desktop/Driven%20to%20Distraction%20-%20Despite%20Risks,%20Carmakers%20Integrate%20the%20Web%20With%20the%20Dash%20-%20Series%20-%20NYTimes.com.webarchive">more challenging</a>.<br /><br />Well, I got a rare treat last Saturday to ride in "terrible" conditions -- rain and near freezing temps. I freakin' loved it. I finally got to break out gear that I have had in a package for two years. While I stayed in the neighborhood, it felt great to get lung-fulls of cold air. I rode until I couldn't feel my feet anymore -- thank heavens for clip-less pedals!<br /><br />I have not made it to the gym for weeks and I am honestly considering opting out of the deal. While I enjoy the spin classes I enjoy sleeping on the weekends even more. Plus with addition of the RevMaster to my stable, I can have the "Gym-like" experience at home without the associated machismo.<br /><br />Brooks update: He is an insomniac. Got past the bump, right into to tape worms. One dose of meds cured that in a day. Now, we have to figure out how to get the boy to sleep thru the night without waking me up 2-3 times to be fed. Refer to above sleeping on the weekends. But, he as been a really good boy otherwise and he and Shilo have bonded well.<br /><br />Lastly, today I head out to BFE central Florida to shoot a mellon farm. Between my shaved legs and a photographer who is, shall we say, "theatrical", surrounded by trucks and red-neck country boys. I think it could be a sequel -- "Broke Back Mellon."<br /><br />LABstrongPetit Chèvrehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12310710223591106392noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5176760440289758278.post-66687655731736499922010-01-05T16:17:00.003-05:002010-01-05T16:18:42.518-05:00Coffee Crank<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEit8dL7tA1mY-aiIu5BqWLfNqoeqLM6CGUfH0M6yu4pxqUBF_KNccTKbphDMZbRzesJCOvuswiT4kpkYVtPR35wFVfkqCtdw3d6eE3y4nmOIKHCvtH69NOQY2ju9vs_x8Y3lvSrRnCwoD0/s1600-h/DSCN7604.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEit8dL7tA1mY-aiIu5BqWLfNqoeqLM6CGUfH0M6yu4pxqUBF_KNccTKbphDMZbRzesJCOvuswiT4kpkYVtPR35wFVfkqCtdw3d6eE3y4nmOIKHCvtH69NOQY2ju9vs_x8Y3lvSrRnCwoD0/s320/DSCN7604.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423367951624555570" /></a><br /><br />It was time once again for the annual Captiva Cruise. Probably more aptly called the “Coffee Crank.” The past year or so, it seems that it is the only time Spenghali and I get to ride together. That means the pace is moderate and the destination is a place to sit, converse and catch-up on life and share goals. This year was no different and enjoyable as always.<br /><br />We headed out on a pristine day, little traffic and fewer clouds. We wound our way up to Captiva for our traditional caffeinated delight and to chat up the Ukrainian girl serving coffee. We noted the third straight year the rest-room was out of order -- obviously on purpose. She saw no humor in our “bathroom humor.” It still amazes me how two grown (allegedly) men can still giggle over toilet humor like 12-year olds. But I assure you, we can.<br /><br />Since nature was dialing in it’s call, we felt it was best to head back. But back was actually to grab a Belgian (ale) and some chowder. Who can ride 15 miles straight without nourishment. It is preposterous to consider otherwise. Besides, they have a bathroom. Man, this ride report is starting to sound like a Flowmax® commercial.<br /><br />It was an easy ride, but a great on -- far to infrequent -- which will hopefully be rectified this year. Hee hee, I said “rectify.”<br /><br />LABstrongPetit Chèvrehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12310710223591106392noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5176760440289758278.post-61497160404607477872009-12-29T11:48:00.004-05:002009-12-29T13:29:16.865-05:00It's A BoyWell, it has been a long time since I posted with any regularity, but I hope to do more of that in the coming year. I also hope to use the blog to generate more awareness and capital for Lab Rescue. Why is that important to me? Well meet Brooks, our new boy.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoOOR0TsMNgjAfD0PmempnFlWNSlbR2ho72LJ3EahZxVwF-EUs2Yg8bIWixng4EGbj_-idFWlRXwlfyY9HJNt3KSk9ULG3gLuCgLQgzCHt9HL37h3qftzvGNHng3azFlxL-bXGzVecj14/s1600-h/Brooks.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 272px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoOOR0TsMNgjAfD0PmempnFlWNSlbR2ho72LJ3EahZxVwF-EUs2Yg8bIWixng4EGbj_-idFWlRXwlfyY9HJNt3KSk9ULG3gLuCgLQgzCHt9HL37h3qftzvGNHng3azFlxL-bXGzVecj14/s320/Brooks.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420726375565086754" /></a><br /><br />I think since Shilo "asked" for a sibling back on Fathers Day we could have adopted at least two Chinese babies by now... The great folks at Lab Rescue really hung in there with us, coached us and asked us to broaden our horizons. We were very stringent in what we were looking for and determined to wait for the right fit. Well, that came along months later in the opposite direction we were heading and we are SO glad. <br /><br />After a short period of a "turf war" to establish who this dog was and what was he doing here, Brooks and Shilo are fast becoming friends. Fortunately, the war came in the form of ignoring each other, not fighting. Plus, we had a great scare when we noted a lump on his side, about the size and density of a walnut. While we prayed it was a fatty bump, it was too similar to what eventually ended Jake's life -- cancer. We tried to be calm, to observe and be patient, but that is not our doggie MO. I made a vet appointment as fast as I could the next week. One look and the vet immediately diagnosed it as a reaction to his heart-worm injection site. poor guy got two shots there in the course of a few weeks, deep into the muscle. A few doses of prednisone and the lump is already smaller, but may persist for weeks. Of course in her 30 years of practice, this is our vets first case of a reaction (happens in about 30% of the cases).<br /><br />Right now Brooks is rocket fast, learning to behave on a leash and very willing to please. Next step is to build up enough trust equity in the bank so he does not need to be crated. He has been sleeping out of it at night and -- fingers crossed -- doing very well.<br /><br />We know that there will be some joint issues -- with both dogs most likely -- but we are prepared to do what it takes to make them happy and healthy. That means my rides just got a little more personal. Hmmm, maybe it's time for that "4THE DOGS" tattoo across my quads? Relax mom, I'm kidding!<br /><br />Happy New Year to all.<br /><br />LABstrongPetit Chèvrehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12310710223591106392noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5176760440289758278.post-39207938896508341322009-11-13T08:16:00.002-05:002009-11-13T08:28:43.033-05:00Cycling ShortsHere are a couple observations from my neighborhood.<br /><br />First is the Minstrel Cyclist I have noted riding around our street. The neighbor's teenage son has taken to riding his bike at night and I see him out riding while I walk Shilo. He is getting faster despite having a bike that is too small and a seat that is too low. The odd part is he wears an iPod and sings -- loudly and off key -- as he circumnavigates the route. Some of America does NOT have talent.<br /><br />Secondly is the jogger in the morning. Now, I am a very happily married man to a beautiful woman -- my Nifi. And not that I condone the "can't look at the menu" mentality, I think it is male human nature to look at the sister of a neighborhood divorcee when she jogs by with her 0% body fat and rock hard abs. It is just a male reflex to suck in your gut, stick out your chest as you walk your dog, smelling of Rogaine and dog poop. Getting looks for all the wrong reasons.<br /><br />LABstrongPetit Chèvrehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12310710223591106392noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5176760440289758278.post-24211523439801119592009-10-09T15:07:00.009-04:002009-10-09T15:27:25.357-04:00Riverlution Ride ReportThere will be a quiz...<br /><br />I would have to say the inaugural Riverlution was a success. No mechanicals, no injuries and a great family gathering.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg53mYCY3f2IYz4W-IYPc2Bj_vEVn0OWrGjkkbwF118_qkw3ux0zC9wWXWPj21AP_CKOPGp_nG3hgHPRbHpkEBUHplQUKkuJvvuB9GLhNPcgE6y5ttEjUMHUGHseje1JEiooS2_5BSHgr4/s1600-h/Hazey+Start.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg53mYCY3f2IYz4W-IYPc2Bj_vEVn0OWrGjkkbwF118_qkw3ux0zC9wWXWPj21AP_CKOPGp_nG3hgHPRbHpkEBUHplQUKkuJvvuB9GLhNPcgE6y5ttEjUMHUGHseje1JEiooS2_5BSHgr4/s320/Hazey+Start.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390679298093144802" /></a><br /><br />We started out on a misty Minnesota morning at about 51º. As team “captain” I made sure the bikes were prepped, pumped up and numbers were on right side up. After a great breakfast of NMM’s legendary oatmeal bake and fruit, a little talk on group cycling etiquette, we headed out. I have to say I was quite surprised at the pace we held. Our SAG support had not left by the time we reached our first appointed stop, so we kept rolling. At fifteen miles in to the 70, we pulled in and SAG caught up to us for a photo opportunity.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-Pv3r6Vjt92XzNOTGWtjN6e81Wc4_Brk-Y71MwYh7DNzw0TdXYuRKKSzgG0qfyVtjJQ0PMs49xDDQVer9zKLoRbY1ch6OPb0IeUaOModSWt8J2YMU92T7v9_MaTdfLUESAzjK6kBBL8c/s1600-h/Has-E+Loft.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-Pv3r6Vjt92XzNOTGWtjN6e81Wc4_Brk-Y71MwYh7DNzw0TdXYuRKKSzgG0qfyVtjJQ0PMs49xDDQVer9zKLoRbY1ch6OPb0IeUaOModSWt8J2YMU92T7v9_MaTdfLUESAzjK6kBBL8c/s320/Has-E+Loft.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390679929407561362" /></a><br /><br />The next leg was the climb I had been dreading/hearing about. It was at least two miles up and this flat-lander could not train for such elevations. But, we climbed, and climbed, saw the false crest -- and climbed some more. I have to admit, I had built it up in my head worse that it actually was. In reality I finally had a long enough climb to find a groove between legs, gear and heart rate. It was over the top and two miles down hill. We pulled over one time on the decent to regroup. Brother One can descend like a stone I found out, so we had to pull ahead on climbs to match him.<br /><br />Through the town of Maiden Rock and Stockholm there were several little climbs that were steeper than the long one and burned a bit.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3AT6lJIqLfYTj8xogQKfIa0ttzrtMkTIKIZ3wiLCdmLlVVRQ2Hz6muBDgYZ6e2U38yrXcMrJc-fuLuhpTRod-qglfV3PNVHyFJ4VEjGNsgp4lHI1mxeyJss28Ou588p6YynfX4QyjgOY/s1600-h/Petit+Chevre1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3AT6lJIqLfYTj8xogQKfIa0ttzrtMkTIKIZ3wiLCdmLlVVRQ2Hz6muBDgYZ6e2U38yrXcMrJc-fuLuhpTRod-qglfV3PNVHyFJ4VEjGNsgp4lHI1mxeyJss28Ou588p6YynfX4QyjgOY/s320/Petit+Chevre1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390680175192914834" /></a><br /><br />But there were flats too. Not my SAG wagon just about took me out right after this shot pulling into a boutique to shop!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEVisX4V0mHuaZu9lRecbFy-Z8OyKen14ykUDJ_3kdLaIl1sPkQQDIpo10hssL0N-_EzH42H6_T0lFgy9mdtcDp1ux4vqi6eiNgtBK0GQLSCI8pBhP6E0ly7hwq-ZygOzGaBVpIe3CU0Y/s1600-h/Petit+Chevre2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEVisX4V0mHuaZu9lRecbFy-Z8OyKen14ykUDJ_3kdLaIl1sPkQQDIpo10hssL0N-_EzH42H6_T0lFgy9mdtcDp1ux4vqi6eiNgtBK0GQLSCI8pBhP6E0ly7hwq-ZygOzGaBVpIe3CU0Y/s320/Petit+Chevre2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390680336373823602" /></a><br /><br />I was not the only Little Goat out this day.<br /><br />From there we met up with Brother Two or “T-Ross” so aptly named for his ancient Ross upright. The sun was out to stay now and it was time to shed some layers. We pushed on again through relatively flat, river estuary land. The roads were a bit rougher here and it made for some pain in the a** riding especially being about 40 miles into the ride. Once I get past that point, I am typically fine. The next agreed spot was Nelson (Cheese Curd Capital of the World) then back over to the MN side in Wabasha (infamous for the filming of “Grumpy Old Men”). Here we met up with our last rider for the final leg of the Riverlution, Diesel Dan. Now we had everyone together and a great photo op on a perfect fall day.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgiycW9Ez-96_7DWu-NMicYF1kj8zwVM7s8q-3DpJtRRBycAsP9cVrFtK5ScPKHL0eFOoTrJHrm8pMKYYg8RxJdw90d3BxKk9dESQWcBh-1HwMhSADskIIXbGTm-B1B-CDdWjMRr7-zxA/s1600-h/All+Together.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgiycW9Ez-96_7DWu-NMicYF1kj8zwVM7s8q-3DpJtRRBycAsP9cVrFtK5ScPKHL0eFOoTrJHrm8pMKYYg8RxJdw90d3BxKk9dESQWcBh-1HwMhSADskIIXbGTm-B1B-CDdWjMRr7-zxA/s320/All+Together.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390680653725990402" /></a><br /><br />It was agreed that Cutter (think Breaking Away) would push on ahead. He had time to run an errand. That is an indication that he was the youngest and agile of the group by far.<br /><br />Outside the town of Wabasha and on to Lake City (the reputed home to the invention of water skiing).<br /><br />One thing I did not realize was the amount of slopes surrounding Lake City. They became the thorn in T-Ross’s side. His bicycle and a headwind made it difficult to keep climbing. But he managed to keep a conversation going and a positive attitude throughout. It was especially fun (and European) to see my nieces waving towels and cheering us on from the side of the road! Too funny.<br /><br />I tried to keep all my chickens together, but this stretch put BroOne, Cutter and Diesel Dan out ahead. I had expected to see the group in Lake City but they were not in sight. I finally needed to pull over in a rest area for nature break and get off the saddle for a while. There I discovered Cutter and Diesel Dan hanging out. BroOne was gone! I was panicked for a moment then Cutter said he blew by him out of nowhere and pressed on to the end. He then immediately requested a drug test... however most of the drug labs are busy over in France right now mopping up from last year’s Tour. While I try to find the proper Team moniker for BroOne, I am refraining from calling him “Doper.” I have a year to develop a proper Team name so I will keep pondering.<br /><br />While it was great to have SAG support, they really came in to play when they rescued my stranded nieces when their car broke down after waving us up a climb. We ate some of the prepped food and liquids, but good experience for next year. I drank a lot of fluid as I am used to riding in 100+º temps -- lesson for the team: Drink MORE! And sag really came in to play when we hooked up at a gas station short of home. I was out of water and wanted Diesel and T-Ross to come up, but they kept on going past the stop. I chatted with the SAG Sisters for a while waiting for Cutter whom I assumed was inside. Then they said no, he went on ahead to run his errand.<br />S**t! I’m just standing here?<br /><br />Quiz time: How long does it take a Small Goat going 20 MPH into a 9 mile per hour headwind to catch two riders going 15.2 miles an hour with a nine minute head-start?<br /><br />I have no idea but I did catch them. I had wrapped my sweet Emily’s collar and tags on my stem for inspiration. She just clinked along and kept me paced. When I let up on the throttle I would hear that clinking and push harder to maintain my pace.<br /><br />That last push pretty much ended the final leg of the Riverlution. We went up the hill into the starting neighborhood and we were greeted by my mom, teary-eyed proud of our accomplishment, waving two small American flags. Now I was teary-eyed. We rode home together, a lump in my throat, proud of my friends, brothers, team and thankful for all the support and contributions made to help Lab Rescue save more dogs.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPuBheLbEI-9_sxDGL6ZWOcLa3cjqpI7ZRs8zTwXx5H58XAuj4242mxHnVmgixyRL2q2Mp_uzFdFwBJdTiDxPwK6ajwPIE20q5d1imYgPlmX-vKMpA-FhZfmKmfy3WYuHRVCpF-WVCIM4/s1600-h/PostRide.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPuBheLbEI-9_sxDGL6ZWOcLa3cjqpI7ZRs8zTwXx5H58XAuj4242mxHnVmgixyRL2q2Mp_uzFdFwBJdTiDxPwK6ajwPIE20q5d1imYgPlmX-vKMpA-FhZfmKmfy3WYuHRVCpF-WVCIM4/s320/PostRide.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390680962177002162" /></a><br /><br />Great job EVERYONE!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwRcNtyLAs-l5WNaTMTu1NbK4g_HRzBkNKyRYD0D1nQUIiBEI8gK5CtbdHt_DQuvyur1Le73GG67COuZHENf7EFtc3i1cfFAt9y2UkSIqJi6dTiU0qJCYF22ssn5WCfatRku2hzIpZZ1Q/s1600-h/Fin.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwRcNtyLAs-l5WNaTMTu1NbK4g_HRzBkNKyRYD0D1nQUIiBEI8gK5CtbdHt_DQuvyur1Le73GG67COuZHENf7EFtc3i1cfFAt9y2UkSIqJi6dTiU0qJCYF22ssn5WCfatRku2hzIpZZ1Q/s320/Fin.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390681146209354162" /></a><br />LABstrongPetit Chèvrehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12310710223591106392noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5176760440289758278.post-65027868406476081742009-10-01T08:26:00.002-04:002009-10-01T08:27:39.506-04:00Pre-Report<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEias34UwdxbAV9KxbDyYGtUnzA1R-4wZQFMn_WUPipqxX6eORutlO-GJJ8cEMzsb1l9RQic2Hlx4_iq28ruuSR-s3yeRT_OLu8aSk6isOo7AGH3WlCI8y-AwfrmQgtjdFTc_ahQuea98z0/s1600-h/Riverlution+1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEias34UwdxbAV9KxbDyYGtUnzA1R-4wZQFMn_WUPipqxX6eORutlO-GJJ8cEMzsb1l9RQic2Hlx4_iq28ruuSR-s3yeRT_OLu8aSk6isOo7AGH3WlCI8y-AwfrmQgtjdFTc_ahQuea98z0/s320/Riverlution+1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387607165873910626" /></a><br />...full ride report to come, but here is the prep:Petit Chèvrehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12310710223591106392noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5176760440289758278.post-45236373260463126372009-09-23T10:10:00.002-04:002009-09-23T10:21:42.539-04:00Ready...Set...Ride!<br /><br />The Riverlution is this weekend and I am feeling giddy with anticipation. Bonk is in his clam-shell coffin and winging his way across country thanks to UPS. $50 shipping beats $350 round trip flying.<br /><br />I have done the most training I can due to my schedule. I finally peaked 150 miles last week topped off with 40 on Friday and 60 on Sunday in 3:41:30. Legs were spanky but my a** was cranky. Just need the saddle time to deaden the nerves some.<br /><br />So I am off soon and will send pictures and a report. A few new riders have signed up to join the fun but I know that the distant members of Team R2R will be pulling for me to finish and make the big climb.<br /><br />Finally, thank you to those who responded and donated to the last post. I was very pleased and touched by your generosity and kind words. Please, if you can, donate those dogs need your help!<br /><br />LABstrongPetit Chèvrehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12310710223591106392noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5176760440289758278.post-90768454065647376932009-09-21T06:30:00.002-04:002009-09-21T06:42:36.665-04:00Change One Dog's Destiny<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWoe_umYJwaVo748mpr-T4IkKlKa2VLmRUs9USs371tZC83l4L9mHzXepDje6GXg3pKKNPY5mnJ5xGE9KgVGFw9ud0zfb_IvlNLR6DdebUQfAJ4fm8JStmQ06FWFu9Wi-xsG5_01IAdrE/s1600-h/Riverlution+Final.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 106px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWoe_umYJwaVo748mpr-T4IkKlKa2VLmRUs9USs371tZC83l4L9mHzXepDje6GXg3pKKNPY5mnJ5xGE9KgVGFw9ud0zfb_IvlNLR6DdebUQfAJ4fm8JStmQ06FWFu9Wi-xsG5_01IAdrE/s320/Riverlution+Final.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383866679723865074" /></a><br /><br />This is the week I ride the First Annual Riverution -- 75 miles surrounding Lake Pepin.<br /><br />The animals I ride for have no voice. They have no choice. Only a destiny you can help right.<br /><br />For my part, I wish I could write the words that fill my heart -- but they don't exist. This has been an exceptionally trying year for animal rescue groups. Pets that have been part of a family for years are turned loose. They are found tied up, under trailers, in wetlands -- sick and confused needing treatments and surgeries that only volunteers and your support can provide.<br /><br />These animal have one thing to give -- unconditional love. For my part, I have ridden my bike over 1,800 miles to train, to raise funds and awareness. If you give $5.00 or challenge me per mile, what will you get? The satisfaction of providing unconditional love to a family or a child and fulfilling the destiny of a great dog who lives only to provide that love.<br /><br />You can donate at <a href="http://www.ride2therescue.com/">my site</a> or at <a href="http://www.labradorrescue.net/">LRRoF</a><br /><br />The group and the dogs they care for need your help desperately. Hopefully you can find it in your heart to throw some good money "to the dogs."<br /><br />LABstrongPetit Chèvrehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12310710223591106392noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5176760440289758278.post-33412463801512769102009-09-18T11:34:00.002-04:002009-09-18T11:39:22.244-04:00Quick Update... before a more generous post next week.<br /><br />Mileage has been slipping terribly due to a number of factors. So, today I put my foot down and told my staff that I would be training in the morning and in after that. I rode 40 miles this morning and it was almost surreal. Now many bikers saw a pod of playing dolphins? Or got within two feet of a wild osprey? I bet I am the only one.<br /><br />So tonight as I relax with a brew of some sort and the angst and anger of the work day fade, I will sit back, recall my captured moments and smile.<br /><br />LABstrongPetit Chèvrehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12310710223591106392noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5176760440289758278.post-82651317783751457022009-09-11T09:31:00.002-04:002009-09-11T10:07:57.333-04:00I'm Güd...and that's bad. I caught some funk going around and it totally dog boned my training this week. I can feel my muscles turning to marshmallow goo.<br /><br />I had good rides last week and a decent Spin class Saturday. Since it was a holiday weekend I opted to stay up "Rock Star" late (anything past 11:00) and tipped a few with Todawgz. It was fun and I knew I had Monday to make up a ride. I put in about 25 on Sunday and readied for 60+ Monday. Sunday night I was tired, but having rode and done chores in searing heat I was not surprised. I readied my gear, set the alarm and hit the sack Pre-Rock Star time.<br /><br />Monday I got up and felt dead. But I knew the Riverlution is coming and I had to ride. I pulled my a** out of bed, turned on the coffee and fed Shilo. And sat. Then I made oatmeal. And sat. Then I walked Shilo. Surly that would get my system going. No luck. Finally, I looked at the calendar and saw two weeks of training left. I sat. My mojo was squashed by rationalizing the time off the bike Monday. I spent most of the day prepping frames for painting -- stripping and copious amounts of sanding.<br /><br />I haven't been on a bike all week. My energy has been very low and my stress has been high. Too much work to stay home and I choose to listen to my body rather than pound it at the gym. To me that doesn't spell heroics, it spells disaster. <br /><br />Ten plus hours of sleep last night and I have some energy again. I am hopeful to Spin tomorrow the ride Sunday. Maybe not 60+ but something of significance. Then hopefully a full week to train HARD!<br /><br />FYI an article in Road Bike Weekly talks about age and the descending opinions on training/versus age and what it can do to our immune systems. They also note the standing record for the Race Across America is 14 years standing and held by a team of three 50+ year old men.<br /><br />LABstrongPetit Chèvrehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12310710223591106392noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5176760440289758278.post-6570778889858820782009-09-01T07:32:00.002-04:002009-09-01T07:48:32.899-04:00CSS...or Crime Scene Sanibel. Yup, I'm a law breaker. I headed out Sunday morning for a long training ride. The temps were cool (77º and humidity making it feel 82º). But there was some over-cast, minimal breeze and some shadows to ride in. <br /><br />I was warmed up and hitting my stride as I entered onto Sanibel. Note, the island has no traffic lights and only one four way stop sign -- which I approached, all by myself aside from the four cars turning right into their own lane. So I get to the only 4-way stop, nary a car in sight. I slowed down, hand signaled a stop, then a left and made the turn. Just then some guy yells "Nice stop!" as he turned right in a big 'ol pick up. Great. I spent the next few miles wallowing in my midwestern guilt, recounting the article in Road Bike Weekly I just read how 19% of the cyclist are responsible for the bad blood due to their violation of traffic rules. Make that 19.01% now. Sure, would NASCAR be as interesting if Dale, Jr. had to signal each turn? Or if Mark Martin had to yield to Tony Stewart? Of course not. But I just broke the law, pissed some guy off who will undoubtedly project his anger onto some poor cyclist following he rules. My apologies. I should know better having been pulled over earlier in the year for running a series of Sanibel stop signs. And, yes the cop was on a golf cart but I still contend it was gas powered! <br /><br />So I continued on, letting the "incident" fade away along with work worries and focused on my goal. I ended at 52 miles and felt pretty good with out having a huge energy deficit. Really the only problem is the heat. I have noted this year my body cannot handle it as well as in years past. As soon as the sun rises higher and the Ma Nature cranks up the thermostat, I begin to fade, despite copious amounts of water, Cytomax and Shot Bloks. Anyway, I did it and I am pleased that my training is staying on course the best it can. <br /><br />Looking forward to a three-day weekend!<br /><br />LABstrong,Petit Chèvrehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12310710223591106392noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5176760440289758278.post-80252310704322124302009-08-28T11:24:00.002-04:002009-08-28T11:42:09.093-04:00Try As I Might...training has been taking a back seat (or is that saddle?) Work, as always seems to edge me out of riding and weekday Spin classes. Then there is the South Florida rain which hits just about the time I chamois up. I am fine getting wet, just not whacked by lightning.<br /><br />Last week I rode several days and did Spin on Saturday followed by copious amounts of yard work and painting. The heat took it's toll and I felt like a slug Sunday morning as I decided to go for a ride or out for breakfast. But Nifi was already into chores and had her day planned. I decided to change my 55 to 25 miles and let my body rejuvenate from the prior day's heat.<br /><br />I headed out, my legs feeling like lead filled sausages in a goatskin casing. Fortunately there was a little cloudiness so the temps did not skyrocket too quickly. I was feeling better at the halfway point so I pushed further and ended up with 35 miles. I was doing my "climb" on the way home and got passed by a couple roadies on the way up. I dropped the hammer an tagged their wheels over the top and nearly passed the tail guy. Felt pretty proud of my effort. Then I read how Travis climbed <a href="http://longinthesaddle.blogspot.com/2009/08/mt-washington-hillclimb.html">Mount Washington.</a> I felt like I was riding a tricycle after that! Damn.<br /><br />This week has been quite stressful at work and has interruped some riding time again. With The Riverlution and Seagull on it's heals, I need to bust the 50 mile mark soon if not this weekend! Gonna try.<br /><br />LABstrongPetit Chèvrehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12310710223591106392noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5176760440289758278.post-70472930961894903652009-08-18T12:41:00.004-04:002009-08-18T12:49:14.671-04:00It Felt Good...to ride last Sunday. In fact it felt good to train all week and not do a weight routine. I got in many rides, decent Spin workouts and logged a 45+ mile ride on Sunday. I felt all excited Saturday night and was ready to head out -- might have been the wine though.<br /><br />Sunday when I started it was about 78º. I had a great tailwind for the first half -- meaning a headwind the second half. I was feeling pretty spanky about mile 40 and confident that I had an appropriate fitness level to ride the Riverlution. But about then Mother Nature cranked the heat up to about 93º and it zapped much of my enthusiasm and energy. I was well hydrated this time (four bottles and one stop for more fluids) plus some Sport Beans meant I could finish my goal mileage.<br /><br />Looking forward to next Sunday and pressing further.<br /><br />LABStrongPetit Chèvrehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12310710223591106392noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5176760440289758278.post-56782997281870977752009-08-14T16:14:00.005-04:002009-08-14T16:22:39.207-04:00Quad Killers<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOmVVAgNIoQy7qCDGXXZTtnimxJU5pfKdjhh5lQ_ldzEO_v1xDrGc0WzowgbUUHj7OFZYJQuWW4vd5EgZ7g7wW7fIGBIlCg1NHnSpPmJ0BeneJpe6J1SJdWJVLa8m_tkv7NUs7xUIYqX4/s1600-h/Riverlution+Final.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 106px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOmVVAgNIoQy7qCDGXXZTtnimxJU5pfKdjhh5lQ_ldzEO_v1xDrGc0WzowgbUUHj7OFZYJQuWW4vd5EgZ7g7wW7fIGBIlCg1NHnSpPmJ0BeneJpe6J1SJdWJVLa8m_tkv7NUs7xUIYqX4/s320/Riverlution+Final.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369917220496029058" /></a><br /><br />So, based on last weeks apathy, I determined that it is best if I put my sessions with T3 on hold until after my Century season. Thankfully, I got his voice mail. Last Friday we did balance basics, like one leg hops forward and backward, trying to stick the landing on one goat-like foot while not touching down or hopping. Man it was hard and hugely cardio. I was not great and wobbled a lot. I did that until I could do each set with five "perfect" landing. Take that Mary Lou Reton! Now I'm just dating myself. Which leads me to say I am glad to have Nifi back in town. So is Shilo -- I think she smiled for an hour.<br /><br />Anyway, I did make Spin twice this week and the road once so far. I am amazed that my quads are still a little tender from last Friday's antics but nothing to keep a good goat down.<br /><br />I am getting really excited about the upcoming Riverlution and getting all my schwag in order.<br /><br />The Cycle ContinuesPetit Chèvrehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12310710223591106392noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5176760440289758278.post-89089163158181670662009-08-06T06:37:00.002-04:002009-08-06T06:40:42.854-04:00CondolencesAugust 5, Susan, the wife of rider/blogger Elden "Fatty" Nelson lost her brave battle against cancer. <br /><br />In the past year she also inspired over $500,000 in donations for cancer research.<br /><br />Take a minute today to think quietly of someone you know/love who has been afflicted with cancer and how they have inspired you.<br /><br />The Cycle ContinuesPetit Chèvrehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12310710223591106392noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5176760440289758278.post-91320446362341731212009-08-03T07:34:00.002-04:002009-08-03T07:57:08.842-04:00Hossenfeffer Anyone?I was the rabbit again today -- twice to the same group of riders...<br /><br />Due to work constraints I missed my mid-week spin and T3 session. I did pick up a couple rides and some trainer time though and did some core work at home. Saturday spin was fine, challenging but doable. I figure it equates to about a 16 mile ride, calorie-wise and a century sweat wise. I like this instructor though because he "climbs" versus "jumps" much of the class.<br />The balance of Saturday brought chores and a relaxing evening at home.<br /><br />My Sunday plan was to do 40. I felt rested and had prepped the night before so I was ready to roll earlier and beat some of the heat. Just as I was hitting my stride I realized I had failed to use/bring my inhaler to ward off my excursional asthma. I felt fine and these are really flat roads so I just kept going. Hindsight is 20/20.<br /><br />I was heading home and I noted a group behind me. They caught me a while later and I was able to keep close to them for a while but the eventually slipped out of sight. As I was cranking home, ready to hit the causeway there they were, pulling out of a parking lot. I couldn't resist and said "Hey, what took you so long?" They laughed and one guy said "Just for that smart-a** comment you can pull us over the bridge." And I did for about 2 miles and upwards of 20 miles an hour. They left me again and got over the big bridge well ahead of me -- again -- we’re dedicated not fast! The big climb (laughable) did me in. My lungs were toast and I eeked out all I could to get over the top. Sad.<br /><br />At mile 33 I bonked. I figured I could just finish even if it was just circles around the neighborhood but then I ran out of water. In the 92+º heat I did not want to push it. I watch my heart monitor pretty closely in the heat and if it sticks in zone 3 on an easy flat, that usually says "bag it." So I ended at 35+ for the day.<br /><br />I was encouraged though that I wanted to cool off and go do it again later that day. Sunday afternoon was spent cleaning up the machine and adding the double water bottle cage!<br /><br />The Cycle ContinuesPetit Chèvrehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12310710223591106392noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5176760440289758278.post-28881787203989380002009-07-28T07:37:00.002-04:002009-07-28T07:40:52.120-04:00Spinning A Tale...The prior week has been somewhat dedicated to working out, two spin classes and a session with T3.<br /><br />I was feeling pretty sure of myself for the Wednesday Spin Class, it is shorter and not well attended. Well, never judge a skinny b***h by her cover. She was feeling spanky and kicked our butts in a very intense session. At one point <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DJsQcnB6GC0">this</a> almost happened!<br /><br />Saturday Spin was okay, seemed long but I did not have the afore mentioned episode. What did get under my chamois was the lady who rode a bike like <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wgS8n-AqDmo">this</a>. Her Native American name would be Spins Like Humping Dog. I am a rule follower. Okay, I am just a follower. But, when an instructor builds a program -- follow it! She kept going counter to all his cues. Even more irritating was her incessant need to yell "Whoooo!" during the class and every musical change. Just as I was wallowing deeper into my Pain Cave, there she'd go "Whooo!" Like that gets us all fired up!<br /><br />What did get me fired up was my ride Saturday morning. Instead of going to Spin for their Open House day, I hit the road. Invigorated by watching the Tour assault of Mont Ventux and a Coke I attacked my only climb -- fastest ever in the big gear. Most everyone would laugh at my conquest, but it was a first for me. I was definitely the hound on the way out -- catching at least four rabbits. The way back proved different -- I was the rabbit and was cooked for dinner. I got in some good base mileage though.<br /><br />Nifi and I have had some real emotional days lately in the adoption of a younger dog and it has sacked my desire and energy to ride. Sadly, she is going back to her foster. Just not in the cards for us to have a younger dog. It is painful how you can so quickly become attached. But, we lead with our hearts and not our gut feeling. I feel confident we are the only ones paying the price for a freely given love. Bree will keep a place in our hearts even though she was with us a short time.<br /><br />The Cycle Continues.Petit Chèvrehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12310710223591106392noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5176760440289758278.post-34835429503075154312009-07-19T14:39:00.006-04:002009-07-22T13:35:17.004-04:00Sunday is a day of rest......and that is just what I intend to do.<br /><br />I did some sort of training every day this week, core, riding, spin and a Friday session with T3. I had hoped to get in 40 miles this morning but my arms are toast -- from my last T3 session -- and absolutely no mojo. Plus I dreamt of work all night so I just went in and started some projects that will be hot tomorrow. My arms were so dead that I caught myself bending my head down to reach my coffee mug this morning! <br /><br />Training has been going better -- more weight, longer reps but my roadie arms are terribly week. I was like a little girl at the gym. I was being out done by two chickies who cranked out bigger reps and weight than I was able to do -- my ego is a little weaker now too! So, the afternoon calls for FRS and the TdF recap.<br /><br />I did get new shoes that come in narrow:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGB11MiZOEQe3hf3qw08Is3Vgtm0bLeqgaFD7chcVI4ZlwQYyjkpDbJYHteikRyPH3IHQvaW-vIhE_NPJjHcfdpjtHjqdKd0Yr3UeWy3Vewe72flRmfLh1OjDE8jhU7zWCUo-H0Zl09dI/s1600-h/Genius5pro_BlaBla.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 172px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGB11MiZOEQe3hf3qw08Is3Vgtm0bLeqgaFD7chcVI4ZlwQYyjkpDbJYHteikRyPH3IHQvaW-vIhE_NPJjHcfdpjtHjqdKd0Yr3UeWy3Vewe72flRmfLh1OjDE8jhU7zWCUo-H0Zl09dI/s320/Genius5pro_BlaBla.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360244909669361954" /></a><br /><br />And I am lusting after these for some fixie and retro rides:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhncpI4TKvqjXo9RxWXpgW4cdDsQ6v47XDDwq1w3Ykk5ymJYE-2hXq_GGx54R4HTrKZDjvmmqGsVph7_JnBrxWB9M29Ye10msHonBfS-bKYhgu_Qlssroh7hAy29h0orDIQQRXKIuGlqiw/s1600-h/race_MED.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 190px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhncpI4TKvqjXo9RxWXpgW4cdDsQ6v47XDDwq1w3Ykk5ymJYE-2hXq_GGx54R4HTrKZDjvmmqGsVph7_JnBrxWB9M29Ye10msHonBfS-bKYhgu_Qlssroh7hAy29h0orDIQQRXKIuGlqiw/s320/race_MED.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360245318527039874" /></a><br /><br />As for more Bike Porn and in prep for the upcoming rides I got a steal on a new Giro Ionos helmet. My current Atmos has a crack (from being dropped) right on the front which makes me feel that it might fail if stressed. Hope I never have to find out, but better to be covered up and ride secure.<br /><br /><br />More later, this is days late.<br /><br />The Cycle ContinuesPetit Chèvrehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12310710223591106392noreply@blogger.com0