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2011-12-16T14:06:00.000-05:00

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Riverlutionaries Untie

2011-10-15T14:40:00.001-04:00

Ride Report

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.

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.

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 www.crankinstein.net 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.

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!

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.

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.

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.

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.

Each and every one of you were wonderful and I cannot thank you enough and hope you will roll with us again next year!

Rolling. Slowly...

2011-05-06T14:34:00.003-04:00

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.

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.

Check out the jersey -- and, grab a sponsorship if you want -- plenty of room for your logo at this point!

Keep Crankin'

Riverlution Ride Report

2010-10-03T16:54:00.010-04:00

Grab a coffee or beer, it's a long one.

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!

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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!

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

Stress Level Zero.

Paws To Help

2010-09-10T16:25:00.003-04:00

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.

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.

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 web site 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.

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!

Steve Martin
Spiro & Associates
12651 McGregor Blvd, Unit 4-402
Fort Myers, FL 33919

My Shadow Rides A Litespeed

2010-09-08T15:17:00.001-04:00

Long-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.

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.

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.

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).

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.
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.

Spin On

Long Time

2010-05-18T12:40:00.004-04:00

It 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.

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!

LABstrong

Florida Frost

2010-01-15T08:53:00.002-05:00

Riding 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 more challenging.

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!

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.

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.

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."

LABstrong

Coffee Crank

2010-01-05T16:17:00.003-05:00

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.

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.

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.

It was an easy ride, but a great on -- far to infrequent -- which will hopefully be rectified this year. Hee hee, I said “rectify.”

LABstrong

It's A Boy

2009-12-29T11:48:00.004-05:00

Well, 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.

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.

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).

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.

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!

Happy New Year to all.

LABstrong

Cycling Shorts

2009-11-13T08:16:00.002-05:00

Here are a couple observations from my neighborhood.

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.

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.

LABstrong

Riverlution Ride Report

2009-10-09T15:07:00.009-04:00

There will be a quiz...

I would have to say the inaugural Riverlution was a success. No mechanicals, no injuries and a great family gathering.

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.

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.

Through the town of Maiden Rock and Stockholm there were several little climbs that were steeper than the long one and burned a bit.

But there were flats too. Not my SAG wagon just about took me out right after this shot pulling into a boutique to shop!

I was not the only Little Goat out this day.

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.

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.

Outside the town of Wabasha and on to Lake City (the reputed home to the invention of water skiing).

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.

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.

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.
S**t! I’m just standing here?

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?

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.

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.

Great job EVERYONE!

LABstrong

Pre-Report

2009-10-01T08:26:00.002-04:00

...full ride report to come, but here is the prep:

Ready...Set...

2009-09-23T10:10:00.002-04:00

Ride!

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.

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.

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.

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!

LABstrong

Change One Dog's Destiny

2009-09-21T06:30:00.002-04:00

This is the week I ride the First Annual Riverution -- 75 miles surrounding Lake Pepin.

The animals I ride for have no voice. They have no choice. Only a destiny you can help right.

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.

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.

You can donate at my site or at LRRoF

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."

LABstrong

Quick Update

2009-09-18T11:34:00.002-04:00

... before a more generous post next week.

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.

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.

LABstrong

I'm Güd

2009-09-11T09:31:00.002-04:00

...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.

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.

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.

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.

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!

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.

LABstrong

CSS

2009-09-01T07:32:00.002-04:00

...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.

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!

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.

Looking forward to a three-day weekend!

LABstrong,

Try As I Might...

2009-08-28T11:24:00.002-04:00

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.

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.

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 Mount Washington. I felt like I was riding a tricycle after that! Damn.

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.

LABstrong

It Felt Good

2009-08-18T12:41:00.004-04:00

...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.

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.

Looking forward to next Sunday and pressing further.

LABStrong

Quad Killers

2009-08-14T16:14:00.005-04:00

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.

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.

I am getting really excited about the upcoming Riverlution and getting all my schwag in order.

The Cycle Continues

Condolences

2009-08-06T06:37:00.002-04:00

August 5, Susan, the wife of rider/blogger Elden "Fatty" Nelson lost her brave battle against cancer.

In the past year she also inspired over $500,000 in donations for cancer research.

Take a minute today to think quietly of someone you know/love who has been afflicted with cancer and how they have inspired you.

The Cycle Continues

Hossenfeffer Anyone?

2009-08-03T07:34:00.002-04:00

I was the rabbit again today -- twice to the same group of riders...

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.
The balance of Saturday brought chores and a relaxing evening at home.

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.

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.

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.

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!

The Cycle Continues

Spinning A Tale...

2009-07-28T07:37:00.002-04:00

The prior week has been somewhat dedicated to working out, two spin classes and a session with T3.

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 this almost happened!

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 this. 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!

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.

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.

The Cycle Continues.

Sunday is a day of rest...

2009-07-19T14:39:00.006-04:00

...and that is just what I intend to do.

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!

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.

I did get new shoes that come in narrow:

And I am lusting after these for some fixie and retro rides:

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.

More later, this is days late.

The Cycle Continues

For Sale?

2009-07-13T19:12:00.002-04:00

Long story tolerable I built this as a bike for Spengahli to ride when he came to town. It was too big for me, so I know it will be too big for him. Then, I offered it to my nephew who was looking for a city bike to get around the Twin Cities. Dog ate my homework, sun got in my eyes, bla, bla, bla it took much longer to finish than anticipated. Add more time trying to fit modern components to vintage parts is never a perfect fit without some creative purchasing/modifications.

So, if you know an intereted party for a 1984 Raleigh SS/Fixed 53Cm, drop me a note!

I Found A Way

2009-07-09T11:30:00.003-04:00

...that is sure fire to make the Nifi laugh, nearly uncontrollably.

Basically no cycling took place the week after the Ball of Pain, aside from the Saturday Spin Class. Looking for help here, but work and obligations seemingly manage to sabotage any training. Any suggestions/practices anyone can lend would be much appreciated. I am by nature a terrible procrastinator and with rides being delayed until September/October, I put off the bike time and miles. Nothing like a deadline to motivate me. In fact, if I did not have my current deadline driven job I am certain I would be working for FedEx or in a watch shop!

Anyway, my back had been holding tension all day last Thursday. I went in to the gym and warmed up a little on a spin bike before meeting with T3 -- felt good. Then we hit the floor and started doing some squats and lunges. He is challenged by my balance (or lack there of) and had me doing lunges without touching a machine for support. (Start genetic complaint) I have ZERO arch, B width feet that barely support me for waking, let alone lunging (End genetic complaint). That tightened the back a little more. Then machines, racing heart and sweating like a whore in church. Tried one legged stands with 40 pounds of weight, no go, then 20, then just my body weight. The rubber-band tightened like a balsa airplane's. We finished with some Ball of Pain and a severely tight back.

By the time I go home, I thought I was going to have to call Nifi to get me out the the car! But I managed and began a regiment of ice and ibuprofen. Seemed to help. The night and next day were a little restless, but moving it felt good and I tried not to overdo anything. Then some heat and beer -- whalla! much better.

Relaxing Saturday morning, all set for spin, just finishing a cup of java -- then it happened. I sneezed, not huge, just sneezed, which I would do for the next three mornings about 9:18 a.m. Anyway, a searing, stabbing pain hit me in the back, like a knife wound! I clipped and f-bomb and shot up from my chair and proclaimed "Good God!" I literally staggered to the bedroom door, now just reacting not thinking -- I needed sanctuary from the pain. I held on to the door jab and asked Nifi to come help me. Then I heard it... that near tearing-up laughter she gets. A laughter so deep hardly a sound comes out. Finally, she laughed her way over, shouldered me to bed, lifted my legs carefully up into bed and got an ice-pack for me. Nice. I hope I never choke in front of her, the humor in the situation might put her in a coma.

Back to T3 tonight... what malady will befall me now?

Spin On

In A Downward Cycle

2009-07-02T14:49:00.002-04:00

...since my last two visits with T3.

We had a house guest/intern in the form of my niece Brigit. That had Nifi and me playing host, tour guide and boss. She said it was fun but I have to think she was pretty bored with the whole thing. We did however get to know her much better now than we had some six years ago -- the last time we spent any significant time together. She managed to find several types of vodka cocktails she liked and how to induce sleep with melatonin. What a good uncle, huh?

But week one I did a Saturday Spin Class and a 30 mile ride that Sunday. I felt pretty good but the heat was becoming nearly unbearable and I noticed it most in my heart-rate, which felt like it was pounding. I managed a Wednesday night Spin Class that felt a little short but good to shake out the legs. My first real intense session with T3 was the next day. We started with a little core routine -- mine is admittedly weak. I must have not looked great because he asked if I was tired. "Yes, stressful day." He wanted to know how my legs were holding up. He had me lay on my side and proceeded to roll, push and jab a medicine ball into my left thigh. I thought I would black out. The muscles were so knotted it felt like a baseball was rolling over my femur! The pain was systemic and I was sweating like a hard ride. All I could think about was what a Civil War field amputee must have felt like... seriously, it hurt. Right leg -- not as bad thankfully.

Then we hit the weights. The leg presses had my heart up like I had just climbed Hoover (19% grade.) I tried desperately not to make excused but T3 told me I looked like a deer in the headlights. Then we did a series of standing and sitting from a one leg stance. As we walked to the next machine I swear my torso went left and my legs detached and went right.

After the final machine he asked if I felt nauseous. I nodded yes. He made sure I downed a smoothie while we talked some nutrition and preparedness for my next visit.

My legs were pretty toasted for two plus days, but it was most certainly the Ball of Pain not the weights. I did Spin the following Saturday, rendering me basically useless that night. My niece was surly baffled on why I would do this to myself. But, the dogs need our help... it's for the dogs.

Next, a sure fire way to make Nifi laugh.

Spin On

How Fat Am I...?

2009-06-29T12:29:00.002-04:00

That was pretty much the thought I had when I met with the trainer, Tony for the first time.

T3 (Tony The Toner) got me in the system, talked about goals and diet. I of course, lied about my beer and wine consumption. Then it was time to measure body fat. They have this contraption the looks like something out of Woody Allen's "Sleeper" a machine called The Orgasmatron. It is supposed to measure your BMI by air rather than in a water tank. Basically, I think it is BS because as I sat in this pod contraption in my chamois and swim cap... eeew... basically nothing happened -- just a couple clunks. The machine told T3 that I was 31.8% body fat. Now, if it had said 31.8% bloated liver I would have believed it. None the less, by diet and exercise I should trim down to 14% body fat and replace it with lean muscle. Great. The indicated diet calls for 1800 calories a day. One good ride burns 1600. That leaves me a handful of granola and a peek at a glass of water a day. I may not be Kate Moss, then again I don't have her cocaine addiction either.

Next visit -- the ball of pain.

Spin On

I Am Not Sure

2009-06-22T15:38:00.004-04:00

...if I bought a used car or a gym membership. Either way I feel the pain.

I went in to check out a large local gym, got the tour and explained my goals of better cycling and hill climbing -- since we have none here. It is a nice facility, lots of equipment, clean, and a little elegant. The people seem more serious than my last gym and more "beautiful." Me? I slog in with my Crocs and a backpack. I look more ready to attend a campfire than work out.

Anyway, we get down to brass tacks and the guy starts writing all sorts of numbers down and crossing them out passing it back and forth to me saying he could do this amount "if I sign up today." He super low-balled me as a litmus test when I told him I was not going to sign up that day, I needed to discuss it with my financial planner (aka Nifi). I walked.

Thinking it over and doing some research, I went back a couple days later. Of course the deal was off -- but I got it for the price he had quoted before the "low-ball" which when challenged he had no good answer -- he "just said that" was the reply. Alas, I am am member for the next year+. I also signed up with a trainer for specific toning and weights that I felt I was missing. More on the next post.

So, I go to my first Spin Class that next Saturday morning. Lots of bikes were already reserved but I was pretty early and found a good spot, sort of out of the way, stowed my gear and bottles and started warming up. Just before class starts, people are filing in and out. The instructor looks at me and asks "Did you sign up for this class?" Um, no, Mr. Used Cordova never explained that to me. So, all the bikes are reserved. I have to collect my stuff and leave. Of course I slip in my cleats, spill water out of my bottles and look like a dork with my hands full of loose crap. Instant flash back to Junior High.

So I DO sign up for the following class an hour or so later. Man it was like Bikram Spin. The room was all hot from the first class and full of dankness. But, the teacher was good and so was the workout. No jumps, which I have mentioned do not play well with my anatomy.

Bottom line I am at a serious gym where people take more for fitness then socializing. I suppose that is why I am going, right?

The next morning I got in 30 miles on the road before it go too hot, but I sure felt the heat in my chest and level of fatigue. I did finish strong with a good average speed.

Next meet Tony The Toner

Spin On

So, What's New?

2009-06-19T15:07:00.009-04:00

Well, a bunch, starting with the Blog banner and the updated Ride web site. I owe a BIG thank you to Jim at EMCC for his part in donating time against the cause in managing and updating the site.

The training to ride events for Lab Rescue/Shelters means even more to me this year. Sadly, on May 2 we lost our sweet chocolate girl, Emily. It was a long, tragic night that I will not soon forget with her seizures, dementia and fear. The most touching moment is when she drifted off and out of our world, she smiled. Her discomfort and long suffering had ended. I still miss her every day.

One dog, being Shilo, means twice as much love and attention and three times the walks! We are trying to get her weight down and it is working a little but it tends to be offset by extra "cookies."

A recent trip to Minnesota has me on a new cycling quest: The Three-Speed Tour next May. This group rides, eats and toasts their way around a 72 mile route along Lake Pepin riding vintage English 3-speeds and wearing vintage garb. Looked like a hoot and I hope I can make join in next year, possibly with a teammate or two!

My return to FL made me realize that I was REALLY belated in training for our late summer fall events. Yes, our "season" starts very late, I train at the worst possible time of year, in the most unbearable climate. Never said I was smart, just dedicated. My first plan of action was to join a new gym (more on that later) and get our new jersey's done. Gratefully, we had many business sponsors this year, enough to cover the cost of the production. Even during a difficult economy, friends and animal lovers have come through with much appreciated support.

Rather than continue on blathering about my weight training experience -- I will save that for the next post -- I will sign off for today. The heat index's are in the triple digits and dangerous. Even lawn work seems to be life threatening! Being Father's Day I want to wish all the GREAT dad's I know a happy day: Leonard, Larry, Mike, Eric, Chris, Kevin, Bob and David in Heaven. Shilo managed a great gift for me too, the request for a new sister! Look out Lab Rescue, here we come!

Spin On

Measure Twice...

2009-04-22T16:18:00.003-04:00

and cut the check once.

Alas, my initial fixie build is complete but I cannot ride it. After careful consideration, searching and loads of time and parts investigation, it is too big for me! You might say "Ebayer Beware" but I was very careful with the selection of my '79 Raleigh Grand Prix frame. I researched, measured, even got caught with a book between my legs against a wall. Long story. Anyway, best I can figure the vintage geometry is taller than todays sizing. Or I am shrinking. In any event 53cm on the old Raleigh versus today equates to about an inch difference. Or ruptured gonads. Either way, it won't work.

So, I hope you enjoy the attache pictures as much as I enjoyed the build and the research. All the bits will be saved and used on my next build. The search is on for a 50cm frame of similar linage. Drop me a note if you have any leads on one, I have left over paint:)

Spin On

Long Time...

2009-04-16T15:17:00.002-04:00

no post. Actually it has been a long time since I did any training/riding of significance at all. I plan to change all that soon.

I felt compelled to post today because of a sad but funny meeting we had today. We are working for a series of retirement communities. They are lovely, filled with caring, happy people. One part of our tour was to the Assisted Living units, specifically people with memory problems, like dementia and Alzheimer's disease. Terrible, terrible illnesses.

In one living room setting were about a dozen elderly ladies listening to vintage music. Very bucolic. Later on the trip home, one of my team asked "Why were they listening to that old music?" We explained that it took them back to a time they could remember and that they lived that life now.

The funny part? When I'm that age I will be sitting with a bunch of other old folks listening to the Violent Femms and The Ramone's.

Gabba Gabba Hey!

Happy St. Patty's Day

2009-03-17T09:15:00.002-04:00

Posts have been limited due to limited training/riding. It hit me today that I have not been on a serious ride since October. I would say that my "recovery period" has officially run it's course.

I am pretty certain that the gym I attend is on a death-roll now. I showed up to a locked door early Saturday with two waiting classmates leaving. I was certain there would be no class so I headed back home to begin a long day of errands and projects. No exercise. Add to that a bountiful dinner with Two Dawgz (thanks to Nifi and her spicy shrimp risotto:) nothing much happened Sunday either.

I am hopeful to pull the team together in June for the Tour du Pepin in MN. We'll see, but I at least have to start training for something.

I can also add to my regiment riding a fixie! Raleigh number one is done (practically:) Thanks to Sir Wooly it is ready to roll. Took a lot of parts bin searching to fit everything together. Again, eBayer beware when it comes to buying parts from strangers.

Spin On

I Should Have Know...

2009-03-02T12:57:00.002-05:00

when I glued my fingers together (twice) trying to attach the head badge to the vintage Raleigh I was in for some struggles yesterday. After a long while of cleaning parts, dropping parts and assembling what I could, it went to Sir Wooley today for completion. The bottom bracket, which several folks assured me was Italian thread, is not fitting. Which is ironically, fitting. I also learned that a ball bearing dropped from about shoulder height will bounce about 18" high. Just before they roll under a trash can, car or other garage obstacle. Plus, don't mess with $80 Brooks bar tape -- leave it to the pros.

The bright side was that Sir Wooley assured me I "would be riding by the weekend." I am looking forward to it for sure -- having never ridden fixed before, I think I have a lot to learn.

Weather here was not conducive to riding Sunday (laugh now as Alaska Jill heads out into the Yukon for a 350 mile Ididarod race) so I was only able to spin on Saturday. Not sure if having a bad instructor is easier or worse. He is just learning, can't keep up with the students so spends over half the time off the bike. Lots of repetitive jumps, no climbs and irregular speed work. He'll learn.

On the doggie front, we realized just what a gentle giant Shilo is when late last night she tenderly tried to bring a baby rabbit into the house. She dropped it in the porch and it got away unscathed. Emily would have eaten it:)

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The Sweet Smell of Success...

2009-02-23T15:27:00.002-05:00

is really toxic, in fact. The commercial grade automotive paints have nasty, nasty fumes. But after weeks of trial and error, waiting, sanding and trying again I finally got my frames painted, cleared and pin striped. It took about 10 weeks to accomplish what should happen in a day, but I am pleased with the outcome -- finally.

I am focusing on one bike from here on out. I have a collection of new and vintage parts and some luxury items -- like Brooks leather bar tape. Need a couple more items then I can finish up and take her for a spin.

What a sense of relief!

And, congratulations to Levi and Astana for the ToC win!

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My New Wednesday Routine...

2009-02-19T07:48:00.002-05:00

seems to involve getting cramps in my calves every time I do wind sprints in Spin Class.

Hmmm. I did have that great massage -- thanks again Nifi for the gift. The masseuse really worked out my hamstrings and with some stretching my calf loosened up. Fine all week but last night BOTH locked up doing sprints.

I hydrated well. Even had a bottle of CytoMax (way too sweet a mix -- have to adjust some ratios). One classmate suggested taking 2-3 Tums before class to get a calcium boost. Guess I will try that next.

Looking for suggestions.

Sister-In-Law starts her visit this weekend. She is a very easy house guest to have over. Plus it gives me time to fuss on bikes and ride some and not feel guilty about being selfish and leaving Nifi and the girls:)

No weights tonight, chores to tend to.

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Taking A Break...

2009-02-16T16:01:00.003-05:00

from work (i.e. reading Fatty's Tour of California coverage -- much better than Cycling News or Versus:)

I have not written, nor ridden in a long time, aside from Spinning and lifting. I had developed a nagging cramp in my calf in my leg a couple weeks ago and it was getting pretty persistent. But, Nifi to the rescue! We traded Valentine's Day gifts early -- she wanted a facial and I needed a therapeutic massage. Last Friday I went in and got a really thorough once over. Turns out my hamstrings were like piano wire and pulling up my entire leg -- and calf muscle. Problem eliminated. Thank you Nifi for being such a generous Valentine:)

I have been quite frustrated with my bike build projects. The painting has take me waaaaay too many weekends. One little drip becomes a whole afternoon do-over and then another weeks wait to get back to it. In any event, I attached a couple pictures of the builds as I checked and straightened out two frames.

Angus checks out just fine

McTavish needs a little encouragement to get the drops straight and centered.

Big thanks to http://www.mytenspeeds.com as a great reference for vintage cycle repair!

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There is something seriously wrong...

2009-02-04T07:41:00.002-05:00

with our office AC unit.

As I sit in my South Florida office as the sun rises over a 44º morning the air conditioning is running. That makes it about 42º inside. I am considering scrounging around the office for one of our lovely company logoed polar fleece blankets to wrap over my lets like a caftan. That would also be appropriate because today I have to create advertising for a retirement home. Or, as in the old west, I could crawl inside a buffalo carcass and ride out the cold. I best keep typing as my fingers turn white like two packs of knackwurst dangling from my frigid appendages. I recently logged in to my high-school reunion site from Minneapolis. I noted that I had not worn a turtleneck since 1985. I guess that officially makes me a Floridian.

That said, riding weather has been great! Perfect temps, sun for the most part and dry air. I must remember these days come July when a refreshing breath is relegated to getting the vodka out of the freezer.

I am diligently trying to amp up my training; spinning, riding, lifting about 4 days a week now. I have a long way to go to be ready for MM in August...

Fixie builds are coming along too. Hopefully I can finish painting this weekend then start strapping on components.

Must.... stop.... now.... I think office induced hypothermia is setting in.

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Certain Days...

2009-01-20T14:47:00.002-05:00

it just does not pay to get out of bed.

This post was turning in to a bitch session. I had best stop here until I have positive cycling stories to share.

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The Day Started...

2009-01-15T07:46:00.002-05:00

And ended much the same... going nowhere. I went to Spin last night and had a good workout, felt the best I had all week, in fact. The instructor had us in a race scenario (I won BTW) and the feeling I have been dealing with all week finally hit me: I was going nowhere.

For days I have stared aimlessly at a blank pad of newsprint trying to develop strategies and concepts to no avail. Defeated. Finally I got some exercise -- which was great, but it went nowhere too, like a big hamster wheel. But I am finding those endorphins are key to my happiness and over-all satisfaction. I HATE complainers, so I will stop -- I in fact have much to be thankful for, including my company, it is just that I hit a wall sometimes and feel out of sorts. Hopefully today will be more rewarding:)

One last job topic. Good luck to Jason who has been dealing with some job decisions. He is a talented rider and writer/designer and I wish him the best on his endeavors.

Back to bike builds. I have been ordering parts online and lately sending them back/exchanging them. One particular issue is finding a seat-post that works. You kind of have to damage/ding it to see if it fits -- thus no return. No matter how much I measure, I have problems fining the right one for the vintage frames. Which, I hope to finish all the frames this weekend. I'll miss the paint fumes though.

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Purchase Profiling

2009-01-08T10:32:00.004-05:00

So, my latest obsession has been bike building/rehab. Namely in the name of fixed gears or "fixies." Thus the above logo above for another blog, T-shirt or spoke card. Anyway, part of the process for me has been to amass materials and tools along with bike parts/porn. The medium has a lot of cool options, colors, combos and gear past the more modern road bike. What I really like (aside from buying bike parts and tools) is the vintage nature of the bikes -- very old school, as in '50s on and working up from frames I had as a kid, like this Raleigh Grand Prix.

One major investment has been building a spray booth for priming, painting and clear coating frames. I did a half-a** pvc version which collapsed in a wind gust -- along with the wet frame hanging inside of it. So I bought a shade tent to wrap in plastic, 10' x 10' and it has the added bonus of irritating certain Fascist neighbors:)

That leads me to the point of this email. I'm rambling, bear with me. I often go to the store and while standing in line note what people are buying to paint a picture of that person's life. 2 pounds of hamburger and jug wine -- cheap date in the trailer park. Organic veggies, soy milk, Beano -- you get the idea. My list for Home Depot included tape, clamps, a plastic tarp, rubber gloves and a big plastic bin. That in-line shopper story spells out murder mystery. I half expected the seemingly mentally challenged cashier (he is odd) to push a secret button and be met at the Volvo by a swat team. Maybe even tazed by the hot dog vendor! Aside from the anxiety, I escaped with my purchase unscathed and or cavity searched. Built the spray booth and it works great. Hope to get color on the frames this weekend.

In-Line profiling is fun, give it a try. Reminds me; I need to get Milk-Bones and peanut butter.

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Captiva Christmas Cruise

2008-12-30T13:51:00.002-05:00

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:)

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Warm Holiday Greetings

2008-12-18T09:28:00.004-05:00

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.

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Rolling Along

2008-12-16T13:57:00.002-05:00

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.

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Age Spotted

2008-12-04T16:36:00.002-05:00

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.

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Happy Thanksgiving

2008-11-26T09:31:00.003-05:00

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

F**k The God of War

2008-11-21T15:42:00.003-05:00

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.

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I Got Nothin'

2008-11-17T16:31:00.001-05:00

Repeat:

I got nothin' today.

Hail To The Red White & Blue

2008-11-11T16:43:00.002-05:00

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.

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Quad-simoto

2008-11-05T10:15:00.002-05:00

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.

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Bike Porn

2008-10-29T12:29:00.004-04:00

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."

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An Open Letter To The Training Ground

2008-10-20T14:39:00.002-04:00

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.

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I Have An Itch

2008-10-16T16:46:00.002-04:00

Looking for advice, support, rationale to get a single-speed. Calamine won't cure this itch...

Back In The Saddle

2008-10-15T13:59:00.002-04:00

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?

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The Sea Gull Has Landed ...

2008-10-13T16:03:00.003-04:00

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.

Smokin' Slack

2008-09-26T11:56:00.003-04:00

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.

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Borat Has Noting On Me

2008-09-25T09:30:00.003-04:00

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.

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What Was I Thinking

2008-09-22T13:25:00.002-04:00

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.

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Tick or Tock

2008-09-17T08:36:00.002-04:00

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.

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Beat Me With A Club Ride

2008-09-15T07:59:00.003-04:00

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

What Was Your First Clue

2008-09-12T14:47:00.002-04:00

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

Back in the Saddle

2008-09-10T13:50:00.002-04:00

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)

As The Wheel Turns

2008-09-08T14:00:00.003-04:00

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

Random Thoughts

2008-09-02T15:56:00.001-04:00

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

Long Weakend

2008-08-29T08:02:00.002-04:00

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

An Open Letter To Nanny Chèvre

2008-08-27T10:25:00.002-04:00

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

Tears In My Eyes, Blood In My Stool

2008-08-26T09:54:00.002-04:00

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

Sinew Sisters of Spin

2008-08-14T15:53:00.002-04:00

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

Sunday Cometh

2008-08-10T10:10:00.003-04:00

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

Peaks & Valley's: Mountain Mama '08

2008-08-05T16:47:00.006-04:00

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

Tick-Tock

2008-07-30T08:14:00.002-04:00

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

Reaching Your Goals...Almost

2008-07-25T14:23:00.002-04:00

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

Winding Down

2008-07-23T16:08:00.002-04:00

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

Goals & Trolls

2008-07-21T10:39:00.002-04:00

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

Orthotics, Dream Interpretation & Doubt

2008-07-18T14:18:00.004-04:00

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

Saddle Up

2008-07-17T08:45:00.003-04:00

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

Rain Rain Go Away

2008-07-16T08:43:00.002-04:00

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

News of Greatness

2008-07-14T07:33:00.006-04:00

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.

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Good Touch. Bad Touch.

2008-07-11T07:56:00.003-04:00

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.

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Waiting It Out

2008-07-09T15:56:00.004-04:00

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!

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Troll Booth Keeper

2008-07-07T09:13:00.003-04:00

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!

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Dr. Holter, I Presume

2008-07-03T08:06:00.003-04:00

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!

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The Bike Gods Were Angry...

2008-06-30T07:35:00.002-04:00

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.

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Ups and Downs

2008-06-28T14:09:00.002-04:00

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.

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I'm Cranky

2008-06-27T08:20:00.002-04:00

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:)

Meat Pistons

2008-06-25T17:53:00.002-04:00

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.

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Hot and Jet Lagged

2008-06-23T08:09:00.002-04:00

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.

Back In The Saddle

2008-06-21T20:35:00.002-04:00

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.

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Chasing Rabbits

2008-06-09T07:54:00.002-04:00

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.

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Jersey

2008-06-06T10:14:00.002-04:00

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.

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Reveling in Routine

2008-06-06T08:27:00.003-04:00

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!

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Quick Spin

2008-06-05T07:19:00.002-04:00

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:)

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I'm Shiflexic

2008-06-04T07:47:00.002-04:00

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.

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Cycling At All Costs

2008-06-03T07:13:00.008-04:00

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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Photos borrowed from Dale Brown at Cycle deOro

Cheers & Gears -- Wining Is Allowed

2008-06-02T10:07:00.005-04:00

The Pre Ride Prep

The day started early with a quick trip to the ride venue at The Grove WInery on the Haw River in NC. The weather did not look as if it was going to cooperate when we gathered with clouds and wind.

The Beginning Was The End

Gears & Cheers was organized to benefit the MS Society. Last year they had 100 riders. This year they had over 500 and 100 of them were walk-ons in the last 24 hours. Liz, the organizer was thrilled. We later learned that she was a victim of MS. You could never tell there was anything wrong with her because of her tireless efforts and shining attitude.

The ride ended up being over 43 Miles with a finish time of about 2:45 (more on miles/gallon on another post). There were 9 MPH climbs and 34 MPH descents to balance them out -- fun! We finished together about mid-pack trying to remember it was a charity ride -- not a race. It was about the journey and raising some awareness for Lab Rescue. We got some interest with our canopy and banners (thanks to Spengahli) and new team apré shorts (again, Spengahli to the rescue).

The Only Ride Where Wining Is Allowed

We had a great ride without incident despite the number of riders. I developed one odd cramp in my right leg on the last big climb. As I came to nearly a stop and tried to massage/ride it out, a car full of girls came by and yelled "You kicked that hills ass!" Hard to feel like I kicked anything at that point!

Team R2R Represents

I am sure there is a lot more to detail but I cannot deviate from my job for too long, so I will include notes as I think of them. Note the new Team shorts!

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More To Come...

2008-06-02T07:40:00.002-04:00

I will post a Ride Report for Cheers & Gears a little later when I can access some of the pictures, but it was a good ride.

Also, the Ride 2 The Rescue site appears to be down -- I am trying to figure out what went wrong and get it fixed ASAP.

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Bad Ticker

2008-05-29T07:06:00.002-04:00

Fortunately, I feel confident in saying it is not MY ticker but rather my HR monitor.

The new battery has seemed to do the trick. Last night I did a fast 13 in order to get some miles in before Cheers & Gears. It needed to be short because I have a ton to get ready before I depart. I decided to push it, pretending to be the breakaway in The Giro. I upped my average 1.4 MPH over my last few rides and stayed in zone 2 & 3 during the hardest efforts. The HR monitor maxed at 195 but I never saw that and think it might have been interference. Most of the time it was at 147 - 150 bpm and I was quite comfortable.

I feel much better, especially since my doc never called back. Guess he and the jeweler are out to get me:)

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Huff & Puff

2008-05-28T06:44:00.002-04:00

I think I feel a little wind coming back into the sails.

Last night was about trip details and preparation. It started early when I took the Cateye MRC HR10 in to the local jeweler for a new battery. He showed me that the battery was still full power and "in the green" so no need to change it. This is the second time he has told me this, the second time I have listened and the upmteenth time I have read the manual saying they should last about a year -- which has passed. Fiddling with the buttons to reset the watch I hit a button -- low and behold a drained battery icon appeared! So I took matters into my own hands, scrounged Walgreen's for a small enough repair screwdriver, changed the battery and reset the data. Then I sat in the yard an played ball with "The Girls" and between some breathing techniques (and a chardonnay) I got my resting rate below 50 bpm -- that is 20+ less than Monday. Tonight I hope to test my bad battery theory on the road.

All that said, if I can see the doc, I probably will, just for a little peace of mind.

I am getting stoked for Cheers & Gears again!

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In Search of Mojo

2008-05-27T10:21:00.002-04:00

Monday was a good Memorial Day. Didn't eat to well, but what the hell, it was a holiday, right?

Did a neighborhood cruise on the 6K with Nifi, finished up some chores and hung out. My HR is still baffling me and with Cheers & Gears coming up, I'd like some resolution before the ride. Over all I don't feel like I have a lot of wind in my sails which concerns me since I have not really hit stride to train for the MM in August.

Maybe Spengahili can kick my a** and attitude a little and get me refocused.

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