It's not even August yet, and I'm already thinking about Fall. This is like living in Utah dreaming of the snows to come when it is ninety degrees out. I'm getting that dirt frame of mind, I've been riding the CX bike a lot and threw a leg over the MTB for the first time in... forever. Just when I'm getting into the swing of things, mother nature throws a wind storm party and there are all these drunk fallen-over trees in my way. You know some of the trees on the trail are like barriers, dismount-jump-remount. Shouldering a 30lb full-suspension doesn't have the same appeal or is as nimble as it's off road cousin.
Le Tour is over and it was the most entertaining boring thing I've ever watched. It was similar to watching a movie that you know the ending to, but think that watching it this time it will change. No such luck. I was really enjoying the race until Froome put a strangle hold on yellow. Boring. Yes, he lost like a min when crosswinds shredded the field, but he took it back and more. Sagan locked up the Green with his points grabbing scheme. Don't feel he is the best sprinter, he is a Classics machine. He can get over the bigger bumps that the other pure sprinters die on, but in a heads up full gas sprint he is good, just not Cavo good. Kittel, boom! This guy is for real. Impressive wins all 4 of them. Argos, in just three years has produced a Pro ProTour team. Impressed. Quintana was a breath of fresh air, slightly greedy with the jerseys. Hey pal just take one and move on. Oh, you want the White one and the Polka dots? Greedy, should have taken the Yellow while you were at it...
Enough of le Tour for now. Utah is coming up. Get the App and watch the stages on your mobile. It will be the hardest stage race in 'merica. After that we have the Tour of Colora... I mean US Pro Tour Challenge or something like that. It's Colorado. It's in one State, call it what it is. Coors needs to step up and sponsor this thing... Wait a min, we could call it the Coors Classic. Nope, just having a flashback. Sorry. Maybe Red Zinger? Hell of the West?
The days are getting shorter, you probably have not noticed yet, but they are. This means the changing of the seasons and I know you are expecting me to say CycloCross, but not yet. We still have La Vuelta and the Fall Classics, and don't forget Worlds. Lots and lots of racing left on our plates. There is CrossVegas middle of September in Vegas and the World Champ will be there. (as will I, just not in a professional manner)
More coffee por favor, my body hurts, but I want to ride. Gonna ride down to the local Starbucks and see if I can get them to mainline me some espresso. I hate needles, maybe should drink it. Just French press it into my mouth. (that sounds dirty) Sorry trying to keep it PG-13
ps don't get all used to this
Showing posts with label cycling. Show all posts
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Friday, July 26, 2013
Monday, April 8, 2013
Rubaix cube
Ok, so Fabian did the Ronde - Rubaix two step, and in the process hoisted the cobble for the third time. Now we can all get caught up in the hoopla that Mr. Swiss Miss has poured out, or we can look at what really happened in the Queen of the Classics.
Biggest losers on the day are Omega Pharma (OPQS), yes they did get the last step on the podium with Terpstra. Don't get me wrong I don't want to take away from what Niki did, he rode an excellent race and had the best luck of the whole OPQS squad, and most likely would have been higher up if he had not been playing the teammate in the chase groups that he found himself. First off, how about Stybar? Where did this guy come from? CX, that's where. That is where just three years ago he was running all over Belgium wearing the Rainbow jersey of the World Champ, and then Quick Step snatched him up and put him on the road. Someone knew what they were doing when they drew up that contract. Zednek rode hard for the team and then clawed his way on to the charging Spartacus until a hapless collision with a spectator sent him to the showers in a solid 6th place. Not bad, I would like to use the word Awesome. Vandenbergh!!!! Ah, he was en fuego! I thought he was going to run away with it and make the Belgians proud, but a twist of fate or should I say handlebars -caused by a spectator sent his cobble hoisting dreams into a dusty, dirty, and bloody nightmare of First to chase to a 20th place. Heartbreak. Lady luck is a B!&(#.
One word... Chavanel. My favorite and my pick, looked to be in the cat-bird seat all day. Team all around doing work controlling the race and just being in the right place at the right time. Perfect day to be on the Northern French roads for the Frenchman and I'm sure he could taste the Champagne, right up until he felt his rear tire go soft at the worst possible time. Dream over, damage control, time to chase for scraps. Gert, the workhorse that he is did his job to get the team where they were and he made it look easy, and even with burning himself up for the team, finished the race smack in the middle at a respectable 55th -for a super diesel engine worker only 6mins off the leader. Love Steegmans.
Oh and I guess I should mention my boys at Lotto Belisol, well they had worse luck than OPQS, 24th was the highest they could manage with Sieberg. Shame, their team is a Classics wrecking ball, instead of being the ball they have been getting smashed by it lately. They still have L-B-L and Amstel...
Biggest winners of the day, not named Fabian. Have to tip the cap to Sep. In the shadows on Garmin, gets a transfer to Rabobank (now Blanco), and then the second step in the Roubaix Velodrome. I am so happy to see a great young talent, such as Vanmarcke get the chance to showcase his ability. Smart move Blanco. You also have to hand it to Sep for his guts to trade pulls with the strongest cyclist on the planet. He could have easily set on Fabian's wheel all the way to the finish, but he chose to roll the dice and extend their gap. I can't say that is was the wrong move, all I can say is that I have so much respect for that kind of move. Stand up, classy move. More people should take note.
Another note worthy talent that is way overshadowed by big names on his BMC team is Greg. Van Avermaet is always on my shortlist for Darkhorse Winner in big Classics races where his teammates are going to suck. Just off of the podium and well off the radar. Greg needs to be on a team that will use his talent in the way it should be... put a freaking #1 on his back and work your asses off for him, or not. What do I know? Oh yeah same boat, as in the HMS OVERLOOKED, Bernie Eisel. I'm talking to you Sky. Bernie is a superstar, a superstar domistique, but more importantly he can destroy Classics races. Unyoke this legbreaker and work for him, or transfer him to a team that will give him carte blanche.
I would be remiss to not mention JAF. Juan Antonio Flecha. The Spanish have a special hatred for the cobbled classics, but few thrive. (just look at the DNFs) Juan rode with such panache, I would say that that guy was switched at birth and should have been from the Low Countries. If you make a fantasy Classics team, never never never overlook JAF, he will deliver.
Ok, so what is up with Europcar? These guys are starting to look legit. Stop Laughing, I'm being serious. Gaudin is for real, and Turgot is impressive. It is almost like these guys are taking a page out of Voeckler's book. They are riding with the vigor of Thomas' reckless abandon, and they are getting results. Is this the first "real" French team to become a contender? I've got my eye on those green and black jerseys aboard their Colnagos. Oh yeah and most of Europcar rode CX bikes, just a little tech bit for you.
Biggest losers on the day are Omega Pharma (OPQS), yes they did get the last step on the podium with Terpstra. Don't get me wrong I don't want to take away from what Niki did, he rode an excellent race and had the best luck of the whole OPQS squad, and most likely would have been higher up if he had not been playing the teammate in the chase groups that he found himself. First off, how about Stybar? Where did this guy come from? CX, that's where. That is where just three years ago he was running all over Belgium wearing the Rainbow jersey of the World Champ, and then Quick Step snatched him up and put him on the road. Someone knew what they were doing when they drew up that contract. Zednek rode hard for the team and then clawed his way on to the charging Spartacus until a hapless collision with a spectator sent him to the showers in a solid 6th place. Not bad, I would like to use the word Awesome. Vandenbergh!!!! Ah, he was en fuego! I thought he was going to run away with it and make the Belgians proud, but a twist of fate or should I say handlebars -caused by a spectator sent his cobble hoisting dreams into a dusty, dirty, and bloody nightmare of First to chase to a 20th place. Heartbreak. Lady luck is a B!&(#.
One word... Chavanel. My favorite and my pick, looked to be in the cat-bird seat all day. Team all around doing work controlling the race and just being in the right place at the right time. Perfect day to be on the Northern French roads for the Frenchman and I'm sure he could taste the Champagne, right up until he felt his rear tire go soft at the worst possible time. Dream over, damage control, time to chase for scraps. Gert, the workhorse that he is did his job to get the team where they were and he made it look easy, and even with burning himself up for the team, finished the race smack in the middle at a respectable 55th -for a super diesel engine worker only 6mins off the leader. Love Steegmans.
Oh and I guess I should mention my boys at Lotto Belisol, well they had worse luck than OPQS, 24th was the highest they could manage with Sieberg. Shame, their team is a Classics wrecking ball, instead of being the ball they have been getting smashed by it lately. They still have L-B-L and Amstel...
Biggest winners of the day, not named Fabian. Have to tip the cap to Sep. In the shadows on Garmin, gets a transfer to Rabobank (now Blanco), and then the second step in the Roubaix Velodrome. I am so happy to see a great young talent, such as Vanmarcke get the chance to showcase his ability. Smart move Blanco. You also have to hand it to Sep for his guts to trade pulls with the strongest cyclist on the planet. He could have easily set on Fabian's wheel all the way to the finish, but he chose to roll the dice and extend their gap. I can't say that is was the wrong move, all I can say is that I have so much respect for that kind of move. Stand up, classy move. More people should take note.
Another note worthy talent that is way overshadowed by big names on his BMC team is Greg. Van Avermaet is always on my shortlist for Darkhorse Winner in big Classics races where his teammates are going to suck. Just off of the podium and well off the radar. Greg needs to be on a team that will use his talent in the way it should be... put a freaking #1 on his back and work your asses off for him, or not. What do I know? Oh yeah same boat, as in the HMS OVERLOOKED, Bernie Eisel. I'm talking to you Sky. Bernie is a superstar, a superstar domistique, but more importantly he can destroy Classics races. Unyoke this legbreaker and work for him, or transfer him to a team that will give him carte blanche.
I would be remiss to not mention JAF. Juan Antonio Flecha. The Spanish have a special hatred for the cobbled classics, but few thrive. (just look at the DNFs) Juan rode with such panache, I would say that that guy was switched at birth and should have been from the Low Countries. If you make a fantasy Classics team, never never never overlook JAF, he will deliver.
Ok, so what is up with Europcar? These guys are starting to look legit. Stop Laughing, I'm being serious. Gaudin is for real, and Turgot is impressive. It is almost like these guys are taking a page out of Voeckler's book. They are riding with the vigor of Thomas' reckless abandon, and they are getting results. Is this the first "real" French team to become a contender? I've got my eye on those green and black jerseys aboard their Colnagos. Oh yeah and most of Europcar rode CX bikes, just a little tech bit for you.
Wednesday, April 3, 2013
It's Classical
If a blog gets posted and no one reads it, did a tree fall in the forest? Or is it something about a bear. Maybe a Priest and a Rabbi. Whatever? Yeah I'm back, sure... you've heard that one before. No really, I'm not promising anything. But, on the other hand get ready to comment, send hatemail, and call your congressman.
I am not a fan of Fabian. I don't hate the guy, I'm not going to say that he is doping or using motors in his bike. I just do not like the guy, and I have nothing to back up my feelings as to why I don't like him. So there. I like Swiss Miss, love Toblerone, and the cheese with the holes is great. Fabian no.
And now for something completely different. I am going to try to be racist, sexist, and crude in the next sentence. Did you see that Cech dude grab that chicks ass? If Peter Sagan was half as good a bike rider as he is at playing grab-ass he'd be... Guess the UCI and Pat didn't tell Peter that the grab-ass only goes on behind closed doors and after money has exchanged accounts in an off-shore bank. Silly Peter he is so young. I love this kid. He is funny. One hell of a bike rider. He can ride wheelies. His powerslides make hipster-fixie-riders bow with envy. I don't know who put him up to the FB video apology, but he looked like a hostage. Shame on you. Where is Ted King when you need him? Ted, put your boy on a leash and keep the wolves away from him. If I can't have Tom standing on the podium, let it be Peter. (and not Fabian)
As much as I love to Boonen on the top step, I have to say that I love when a guy like Gerald Ciolek comes from out of the ashes and wins a monument like Milan -San Remo. Ciolek has been in the shadow of Zabel, Steegmans, Boonen, and Cavendish. Looks like he might have learned a thing or two while being "just" a lead-out man. Takes balls to go to a non-ProTour team to get what you want. And that is why I like the Darkhorse. I love the back story.
Paris -Roubaix is right around the corner, and I would kill to see Sylvain Chavanel solo into the velodrome. Chavanel fresh off of his overall at de Panne is my favorite. He has to be the most overlooked rider in the peloton. He could lead any French team of his choice, yet he faithfully rides year after year for Patrick Lefevere under the banner of Belgium. Please Please Please let Chavanel have his due. Give him the number 1 on his back, and ride for him. The last thing I want to see is a healthy Chavanel playing nurse-maid to an injured Boonen. Chavanel on home soil hoisting the Pave. Dream come true.
I am not a fan of Fabian. I don't hate the guy, I'm not going to say that he is doping or using motors in his bike. I just do not like the guy, and I have nothing to back up my feelings as to why I don't like him. So there. I like Swiss Miss, love Toblerone, and the cheese with the holes is great. Fabian no.
And now for something completely different. I am going to try to be racist, sexist, and crude in the next sentence. Did you see that Cech dude grab that chicks ass? If Peter Sagan was half as good a bike rider as he is at playing grab-ass he'd be... Guess the UCI and Pat didn't tell Peter that the grab-ass only goes on behind closed doors and after money has exchanged accounts in an off-shore bank. Silly Peter he is so young. I love this kid. He is funny. One hell of a bike rider. He can ride wheelies. His powerslides make hipster-fixie-riders bow with envy. I don't know who put him up to the FB video apology, but he looked like a hostage. Shame on you. Where is Ted King when you need him? Ted, put your boy on a leash and keep the wolves away from him. If I can't have Tom standing on the podium, let it be Peter. (and not Fabian)
As much as I love to Boonen on the top step, I have to say that I love when a guy like Gerald Ciolek comes from out of the ashes and wins a monument like Milan -San Remo. Ciolek has been in the shadow of Zabel, Steegmans, Boonen, and Cavendish. Looks like he might have learned a thing or two while being "just" a lead-out man. Takes balls to go to a non-ProTour team to get what you want. And that is why I like the Darkhorse. I love the back story.
Paris -Roubaix is right around the corner, and I would kill to see Sylvain Chavanel solo into the velodrome. Chavanel fresh off of his overall at de Panne is my favorite. He has to be the most overlooked rider in the peloton. He could lead any French team of his choice, yet he faithfully rides year after year for Patrick Lefevere under the banner of Belgium. Please Please Please let Chavanel have his due. Give him the number 1 on his back, and ride for him. The last thing I want to see is a healthy Chavanel playing nurse-maid to an injured Boonen. Chavanel on home soil hoisting the Pave. Dream come true.
Thursday, June 7, 2012
What? Me? .....NO!
This has all been said before, so you can stop reading right now. No, really you can stop... because I have said it once, twice, three times a lady. This thing, this tool, this toy that has many names. The bi-wheeled contraption. What ever it is to you, it is a very important part of my life. I rediscovered the bicycle 14 years ago this month. The snow was melting on the Wasatch and I heard of a Texan that was racing bikes in a place called Tour de, or something like that. I swore off spandex and decided that the fat tires were just the thing for me. I loved to snowboard on the mountains, might as well put some rubber down on them.
Fast forward a few years and the bike moved with me to the no-mountains of Oklahoma. I was a big time mountain biker from Utah, what could I possibly learn in OK? Everything. I sacrificed blood and flesh to the "mountain" that we call Turkey. Humble pie is not a tasty thing. I was schooled every time knobby touched rock and root. Don't get me wrong, I am not what I would consider a "good" rider, but I do have fun and I acquired the skills to do what makes me happy. In my book that is all that maters, anything else and you are way to serious. Have fun.
The problem with addiction is that you reach a point and you have to have more, and once you get more, you need more. And the cycle continues. [no pun] [ok, maybe just a little] I was bummed on the days that it was too wet to ride Turkey and I did not want to ride my mtb on the road. So. Naturally I bought a road bike. Still swore off spandex. Then a funny thing happened. Tulsa Tough. I was already a cycling fan, thanks to Lance, but now I had the chance to see it up close. Close enough to feel the wind of the draft blow by like a gust front. The sound of freewheels on a downhill, the shifting of gears transmitting through a carbon wheel, the zip of hundreds of chains being turned in anger...
I was hooked, even more so than before. Addiction turns into obsession turns into a lifestyle. Admittance is the first step? I'm a sick junkie. Get the Thorazine, find a nice "hug yourself jacket", padded cell for one -please. I look at porn on the internet, yes I will admit it. I go to sites like Colnago.com Cicli Pinarello Dedacciai Ridley etc etc etc. What can I say, I have a problem, and I like Italian sexiness and Belgian prowess. It does pain me so that I do not own a Campy groupo. Oh, to have Italian sexiness firmly in my grasp, with a freehub that speaks "bedroom". Someday.
This is only a few steps above shooting heroin or snorting lines. Eat, sleep, dream. Bikes. I don't have room in my life for anyone who does not think the same way. I surround myself with junkies, I try and convert "regular" people into cycling. If you are crazy and you can get more people to think and act the way you do, the less crazy you look. It's a cult, want to join? Would you like some cool-aid?
Fast forward a few years and the bike moved with me to the no-mountains of Oklahoma. I was a big time mountain biker from Utah, what could I possibly learn in OK? Everything. I sacrificed blood and flesh to the "mountain" that we call Turkey. Humble pie is not a tasty thing. I was schooled every time knobby touched rock and root. Don't get me wrong, I am not what I would consider a "good" rider, but I do have fun and I acquired the skills to do what makes me happy. In my book that is all that maters, anything else and you are way to serious. Have fun.
The problem with addiction is that you reach a point and you have to have more, and once you get more, you need more. And the cycle continues. [no pun] [ok, maybe just a little] I was bummed on the days that it was too wet to ride Turkey and I did not want to ride my mtb on the road. So. Naturally I bought a road bike. Still swore off spandex. Then a funny thing happened. Tulsa Tough. I was already a cycling fan, thanks to Lance, but now I had the chance to see it up close. Close enough to feel the wind of the draft blow by like a gust front. The sound of freewheels on a downhill, the shifting of gears transmitting through a carbon wheel, the zip of hundreds of chains being turned in anger...
I was hooked, even more so than before. Addiction turns into obsession turns into a lifestyle. Admittance is the first step? I'm a sick junkie. Get the Thorazine, find a nice "hug yourself jacket", padded cell for one -please. I look at porn on the internet, yes I will admit it. I go to sites like Colnago.com Cicli Pinarello Dedacciai Ridley etc etc etc. What can I say, I have a problem, and I like Italian sexiness and Belgian prowess. It does pain me so that I do not own a Campy groupo. Oh, to have Italian sexiness firmly in my grasp, with a freehub that speaks "bedroom". Someday.
This is only a few steps above shooting heroin or snorting lines. Eat, sleep, dream. Bikes. I don't have room in my life for anyone who does not think the same way. I surround myself with junkies, I try and convert "regular" people into cycling. If you are crazy and you can get more people to think and act the way you do, the less crazy you look. It's a cult, want to join? Would you like some cool-aid?
Wednesday, June 6, 2012
Water Carrier
I can't tell you how much I hate reading cyclist's blogs about how they did in their last race. I mean seriously post some pictures of yourself and tell all of us how much you love you. I'm tired of just the total self love out there, and really, if you are gonna write about you, you might as well tell the truth. What happens in races and what gets transformed into words seems to take a transformation that just does not seem to equal the sum of the parts. I'm not throwing stones at anyone in particular, I'm just being general. Truth in journalism, I mean blogs.
With that being said... I raced this race the other day, and I was so awesome I was asked on the spot to become PRO and race in Europe. Just like that. True story. Then I woke up realized I had been asleep and decided to make some coffee and breakfast. I did race a race the other day for the first time in, a long time. It was a un-retirement ,it's not that I retired -I just have not had the time or money. Wait for it, it is coming... the point to this. Don't skip ahead and spoil the ending. You silly monkey.
Can't tell you how good it felt to turn blood into acid, lungs into barbed wire, and legs into cement. I love that feeling of turning ones-self inside out, because one can. It is not a self-loathing torment, but rather a rendering of ones soul on a physical level that has the power to heal. The true feeling of goodness is when you do this with people you share a common bond, or a common jersey and bibs. I'm talking about my teammates. Teammates that work and suffer together for a common purpose. Selfless teammates that know, that understand what they need to do to accomplish greatness.
Cycling is not a stick and ball sport. Cycling is about teammates working together so that only one can claim victory. Yes, there is only one First Place, and there can be only one winner. Why would you enter a race and not try and win? Who does this? That is just so stupid not to try and win every time you toe the line. I feel that there is no explanation as to why I would work rather than win, but it is an argument waiting to happen. Eddy Merckx once said that a Belgian child knows more about cycling than the United States does collectively. There is some truth to that. There are Stars and there are Water carriers. The true power lies in knowing which one you are.
I'm gonna flip it on you this time... in life you need to know for what or who you are working. Going for the Win might mean different things to different people. Knowing your station in life and doing that job to the best of your ability is true LIVIN'. You are not what you do...
With that being said... I raced this race the other day, and I was so awesome I was asked on the spot to become PRO and race in Europe. Just like that. True story. Then I woke up realized I had been asleep and decided to make some coffee and breakfast. I did race a race the other day for the first time in, a long time. It was a un-retirement ,it's not that I retired -I just have not had the time or money. Wait for it, it is coming... the point to this. Don't skip ahead and spoil the ending. You silly monkey.
Can't tell you how good it felt to turn blood into acid, lungs into barbed wire, and legs into cement. I love that feeling of turning ones-self inside out, because one can. It is not a self-loathing torment, but rather a rendering of ones soul on a physical level that has the power to heal. The true feeling of goodness is when you do this with people you share a common bond, or a common jersey and bibs. I'm talking about my teammates. Teammates that work and suffer together for a common purpose. Selfless teammates that know, that understand what they need to do to accomplish greatness.
Cycling is not a stick and ball sport. Cycling is about teammates working together so that only one can claim victory. Yes, there is only one First Place, and there can be only one winner. Why would you enter a race and not try and win? Who does this? That is just so stupid not to try and win every time you toe the line. I feel that there is no explanation as to why I would work rather than win, but it is an argument waiting to happen. Eddy Merckx once said that a Belgian child knows more about cycling than the United States does collectively. There is some truth to that. There are Stars and there are Water carriers. The true power lies in knowing which one you are.
I'm gonna flip it on you this time... in life you need to know for what or who you are working. Going for the Win might mean different things to different people. Knowing your station in life and doing that job to the best of your ability is true LIVIN'. You are not what you do...
"you are not the contents of your wallet." -Tyler FC
Friday, May 11, 2012
National Bike Month
It's National Bike Month.
Wow, we get a month? I had no clue. Next week is bike to work week, or something like that. If it gets someone out there to bike to work and it sticks -great. Since joining the shop, I have been trying to ride my bike as much as possible. I'm not trying to save the world from global warming, I'm not a crusader. Bikes are fun to ride. It might take a few mins more out of your day to get to work, unless you have a huge commute -in that case you should live closer to work. Plus, like I said before bikes are fun. Do something fun first thing in the morning and you are bound to start your day off on the right pedal stroke.
I will say it again, Bikes are toys. Yes, they can be used for transportation, but they are fun. It feels good to ride a bike, and things that feel good put a smile on your face. Driving in a car behind some idiot doing something stupid driving behind another idiot doing something stupider, puts you in a bad mood. This is why your work sucks so much.
Of course you could say, "But Glenn Duh, what if you drove a really cool car?" Yeah, that would make your driving experience so much better, yeah and what if you were the only car on the road, and you could drive as fast as you wanted? And, and, and... get real you don't own an exotic and your commute is not the Twin Ring. BUT if it were, you might have the same experience as riding a bike to work.
Lastly, I know some of you just can't possibly commute because of our wonderful public transportation infrastructure, or the fact that your employer does not facilitate a cycling commute. Alas, it is not a perfect world, if it were it would resemble a Willy Wonka-esk Cycling world. Perfect roads, with the perfect grades for climbs, cambered turns, everything tree covered, domestiques to fetch water, rain that doesn't soak your socks, feed zones for a snack, cafes in all the right places. Wake up, your late for work, and it is not a perfect cycling world.
Get out on a bike and make the best of what you have. Be safe if you are going to tangle with the auto-crazies. Momma always said "it is better to be wrong than to be Dead Right".
Wow, we get a month? I had no clue. Next week is bike to work week, or something like that. If it gets someone out there to bike to work and it sticks -great. Since joining the shop, I have been trying to ride my bike as much as possible. I'm not trying to save the world from global warming, I'm not a crusader. Bikes are fun to ride. It might take a few mins more out of your day to get to work, unless you have a huge commute -in that case you should live closer to work. Plus, like I said before bikes are fun. Do something fun first thing in the morning and you are bound to start your day off on the right pedal stroke.
I will say it again, Bikes are toys. Yes, they can be used for transportation, but they are fun. It feels good to ride a bike, and things that feel good put a smile on your face. Driving in a car behind some idiot doing something stupid driving behind another idiot doing something stupider, puts you in a bad mood. This is why your work sucks so much.
Of course you could say, "But Glenn Duh, what if you drove a really cool car?" Yeah, that would make your driving experience so much better, yeah and what if you were the only car on the road, and you could drive as fast as you wanted? And, and, and... get real you don't own an exotic and your commute is not the Twin Ring. BUT if it were, you might have the same experience as riding a bike to work.
Lastly, I know some of you just can't possibly commute because of our wonderful public transportation infrastructure, or the fact that your employer does not facilitate a cycling commute. Alas, it is not a perfect world, if it were it would resemble a Willy Wonka-esk Cycling world. Perfect roads, with the perfect grades for climbs, cambered turns, everything tree covered, domestiques to fetch water, rain that doesn't soak your socks, feed zones for a snack, cafes in all the right places. Wake up, your late for work, and it is not a perfect cycling world.
Get out on a bike and make the best of what you have. Be safe if you are going to tangle with the auto-crazies. Momma always said "it is better to be wrong than to be Dead Right".
Monday, April 2, 2012
Ronde van Vlaanderen recap
Let me start off by saying that Ronde van Vlaanderen was everything that I had wanted and then some. Not to say that I wanted Fabian to crash out with injuries, I wanted the battle to be one of pedals turned in anger. Tom even said that it would have been better to win with Fabian still upright. Seeing Langeveld collide with what was surly a tourist, a Belgian would have know better, was sickening. His front wheel exploded off the fork and was sent tumbling. Except for the carnage and injury, this was a beautiful race and a fantastic ending.
I would love to say that Boonen was my "pick", but I was never bold enough to come out and choose my favorite. I did want him to win, so I guess it is a win win situation for me. Omega Pharma QuickStep is a Classics force, always have been, and put three riders in the top ten. Steegmans, Chavanel, Terpstra all rode an incredible race in support of Tom and made it his to lose. At one point I thought that if Tom faltered, Terpstra was sitting in a pretty good position to take over. And, my boy Chavanel was so impressive yesterday, he and Boonen look to have kissed and made up. Last year Chavanel looked stronger than Tom, but yet had to ride in support. Yeah, that would make any mortal angry. All is good in the OPQS camp and the cross-hairs are set on Roubaix.
I have always been a fan of Pipo, but he has been very unimpressive the past few years. This year he has found that new spark and seems to be riding better than of old. Pozzato was a negative racer in the past and would just place himself in Tom's pocket or just become a shadow. As of late he looks to have changed his style and seems to be taking more risk. He is still shadowing Tom, but isn't everyone?
I bad-mouthed Ballan just a few days ago and now have to eat my words, his move became the winning move. BMC is less than stellar and Ballan has been part of the lack-luster. Yesterday was the exception. Ballan and teammates looked to be riding in support of the once stellar Gillbert who never materialized. Van Avermaet has always impressed me and yesterday once again I think BMC is riding for the wrong guys. Yes he is young, but he can ride. Let him loose and ride for this guy already, he will win you races. He finished just off the podium behind Ballan. I'll give BMC a little credit for getting a podium and fourth.
Can't forget the likes of Peter Sagan. 22yrs old and a horse, a really strong fast horse. He looked really strong, might have been a little tired from racing most of last week. Liquigas doesn't have much of a Classics support team (besides Ted) that can really do work for this kid. Put a OPQS like team around Sagan and he would crush, or should I say will crush. Tommy Voeckler. Where did this guy come from? Is he still on form from last year? You have to love Voeckler for his bdassery, this guy is tenacious. It was good to see him doing work, and then get a top ten.
One of my dark horse favorites, Leukemans was able to squeeze out a top 15. Gregory Rast of Radioshack was the only bright star for them after Fabian went down with injury. Rast is one to watch out for the next couple of weeks. Always always good to see Freire battling it out, he and Paolini could be dangerous. Big losers on the day have to be Sky. All that firepower and nothing to show for it. EBH? Where are you pal? With Cav out of the line-up, throw Bernie a bone and work for that guy. I don't think we will ever know the true strength of Bernie the super domestique. Heck work for Flecha, that guy can finish when put in the set-up. Garmin? We are going to work for Vanmarcke. You guys have problems, putting Tyler in the early break? Why? If I saw Tyler in a break I would not have my team work. Useless. You work for Vanmarcke and Haussler finishes better, you work for Haussler and Vanmarcke-Vansummeren finish better. ????????? Come together on this and get a team of monkeys to formulate a plan.
I would love to say that Boonen was my "pick", but I was never bold enough to come out and choose my favorite. I did want him to win, so I guess it is a win win situation for me. Omega Pharma QuickStep is a Classics force, always have been, and put three riders in the top ten. Steegmans, Chavanel, Terpstra all rode an incredible race in support of Tom and made it his to lose. At one point I thought that if Tom faltered, Terpstra was sitting in a pretty good position to take over. And, my boy Chavanel was so impressive yesterday, he and Boonen look to have kissed and made up. Last year Chavanel looked stronger than Tom, but yet had to ride in support. Yeah, that would make any mortal angry. All is good in the OPQS camp and the cross-hairs are set on Roubaix.
I have always been a fan of Pipo, but he has been very unimpressive the past few years. This year he has found that new spark and seems to be riding better than of old. Pozzato was a negative racer in the past and would just place himself in Tom's pocket or just become a shadow. As of late he looks to have changed his style and seems to be taking more risk. He is still shadowing Tom, but isn't everyone?
I bad-mouthed Ballan just a few days ago and now have to eat my words, his move became the winning move. BMC is less than stellar and Ballan has been part of the lack-luster. Yesterday was the exception. Ballan and teammates looked to be riding in support of the once stellar Gillbert who never materialized. Van Avermaet has always impressed me and yesterday once again I think BMC is riding for the wrong guys. Yes he is young, but he can ride. Let him loose and ride for this guy already, he will win you races. He finished just off the podium behind Ballan. I'll give BMC a little credit for getting a podium and fourth.
| 1 | Tom Boonen (Bel) Omega Pharma-Quickstep | 6:04:33 | |
| 2 | Filippo Pozzato (Ita) Farnese Vini - Selle Italia | ||
| 3 | Alessandro Ballan (Ita) BMC Racing Team | 0:00:01 | |
| 4 | Greg Van Avermaet (Bel) BMC Racing Team | 0:00:38 | |
| 5 | Peter Sagan (Svk) Liquigas-Cannondale | ||
| 6 | Niki Terpstra (Ned) Omega Pharma-Quickstep | ||
| 7 | Luca Paolini (Ita) Katusha Team | ||
| 8 | Thomas Voeckler (Fra) Team Europcar | ||
| 9 | Matti Breschel (Den) Rabobank Cycling Team | ||
| 10 | Sylvain Chavanel (Fra) Omega Pharma-Quickstep | ||
| 11 | Grégory Rast (Swi) Radioshack-Nissan | ||
| 12 | Oscar Freire Gomez (Spa) Katusha Team | ||
| 13 | Fabio Sabatini (Ita) Liquigas-Cannondale | ||
| 14 | Björn Leukemans (Bel) Vacansoleil-Dcm Pro Cycling Team | ||
| 15 | Alexander Kristoff (Nor) Katusha Team |
Can't forget the likes of Peter Sagan. 22yrs old and a horse, a really strong fast horse. He looked really strong, might have been a little tired from racing most of last week. Liquigas doesn't have much of a Classics support team (besides Ted) that can really do work for this kid. Put a OPQS like team around Sagan and he would crush, or should I say will crush. Tommy Voeckler. Where did this guy come from? Is he still on form from last year? You have to love Voeckler for his bdassery, this guy is tenacious. It was good to see him doing work, and then get a top ten.
One of my dark horse favorites, Leukemans was able to squeeze out a top 15. Gregory Rast of Radioshack was the only bright star for them after Fabian went down with injury. Rast is one to watch out for the next couple of weeks. Always always good to see Freire battling it out, he and Paolini could be dangerous. Big losers on the day have to be Sky. All that firepower and nothing to show for it. EBH? Where are you pal? With Cav out of the line-up, throw Bernie a bone and work for that guy. I don't think we will ever know the true strength of Bernie the super domestique. Heck work for Flecha, that guy can finish when put in the set-up. Garmin? We are going to work for Vanmarcke. You guys have problems, putting Tyler in the early break? Why? If I saw Tyler in a break I would not have my team work. Useless. You work for Vanmarcke and Haussler finishes better, you work for Haussler and Vanmarcke-Vansummeren finish better. ????????? Come together on this and get a team of monkeys to formulate a plan.
Wednesday, March 28, 2012
U So Crazy!
People who just don't know are always saying how dangerous it is to ride bikes. Listen here grandma bluehair, bikes are not dangerous, that gas exploding engine driven deathmachine you call a car is dangerous. I will admit that riding a bike can be dangerous, dangerous in the fact that it can be habit forming and possibly addictive by nature. Really? Is it such a bad thing? I ride bikes because the alternative would be self-destructive and illegal. Drugs. Yes I will admit that I have formed a habit that is borderline addictive, screw-it I am addicted up to the eyeballs. My track-marks are road rash scars, shaved legs and awesome tan-lines.
It's a healthy addiction, right? Eat-sleep-dream-ride bikes. Healthy? No, I'm sick and I have a fever, a fever and the only cure is more...bike. You know who you are, and if you are shaking your head yes you have it to. Thinking about the WNR makes your pulse race, looking at Italian bikes on the internet is almost lewd behavior. You are shaking your head, is that a yes sir or a yeah sure?
I don't care what it is, but there is always that guy or guys that take it too far. The ones that have to drink too much, have to jump off the third story balcony into the kiddy pool, and pour gasoline on the campfire. Boom!!! Hitting a little too close to home? We in society have a word for you..CRAZY. Crazy can be used as a noun, verb and those other things adv, adj something or others. The way we use crazy is usually a term of endearment or respect. You did what? That's crazy! We don't think you lost your mind, at least not all of it, but we say it because we would have to be crazy to do what you accomplished. Yes, you can probably smell the jealousy coming off the comment.
I have the opportunity to ride my bike with all kinds of people, all of them are crazy. There are a few standout certifiable, should be institutionalized, padded cell, hug yourself jacket people in this group. You know who you are. You are crazy and I have much love and respect for you. Keep doing what you are doing and enjoy it to its fullest. Remember the crazies are the ones who run the asylum.
The next time someone calls you crazy, consider the source and context. They might just be paying you a huge compliment. Next time your coworker says you are crazy for riding your bike, what they are really saying is "dang, I wish I could do that".
It's a healthy addiction, right? Eat-sleep-dream-ride bikes. Healthy? No, I'm sick and I have a fever, a fever and the only cure is more...bike. You know who you are, and if you are shaking your head yes you have it to. Thinking about the WNR makes your pulse race, looking at Italian bikes on the internet is almost lewd behavior. You are shaking your head, is that a yes sir or a yeah sure?
I don't care what it is, but there is always that guy or guys that take it too far. The ones that have to drink too much, have to jump off the third story balcony into the kiddy pool, and pour gasoline on the campfire. Boom!!! Hitting a little too close to home? We in society have a word for you..CRAZY. Crazy can be used as a noun, verb and those other things adv, adj something or others. The way we use crazy is usually a term of endearment or respect. You did what? That's crazy! We don't think you lost your mind, at least not all of it, but we say it because we would have to be crazy to do what you accomplished. Yes, you can probably smell the jealousy coming off the comment.
I have the opportunity to ride my bike with all kinds of people, all of them are crazy. There are a few standout certifiable, should be institutionalized, padded cell, hug yourself jacket people in this group. You know who you are. You are crazy and I have much love and respect for you. Keep doing what you are doing and enjoy it to its fullest. Remember the crazies are the ones who run the asylum.
The next time someone calls you crazy, consider the source and context. They might just be paying you a huge compliment. Next time your coworker says you are crazy for riding your bike, what they are really saying is "dang, I wish I could do that".
Tuesday, March 27, 2012
Is it tornado season?
Tommeke is looking good. Fabian says that Tom is the favorite for Ronde and Tom says that Fabian is the one to beat. Taking a look at the top 15 from Sunday's Gent - Wevelgem
There are some pretty stand out names in this list. Three time World Champ Freire has gone back in time and found his legs. Sagan is a hoss, he an Cancellara made what now looks like a stupid move, if it had gone the other way they would have looked brilliant. But for Sagan to challenge for the win is true testament to the strength of this rider. This guy is in his 20's. Sick. Breschel, finally on a team that will use him the way he should be used, doesn't hurt that he is Dutch on a Dutch team, now does it? Earth calling Garmin. Vansummeren is the real deal when it comes to the Classics. Yes, he may be 8' tall and look like the missing link (wait that's Ten Dam) he is tall, and can ride a bike in the roughest toughest conditions. Who's the man now? That brings me to one of my favorites, Pipo. Pozzato has struggled the last few years with team issues injury and too many tattoos. Looked like he was going to repeat the cycle this year with his broken collarbone just last month. Dude went under the knife is back on the bike and is looking to come into form, -with a hand full of top tens in his pocket.
Gent was a great race, would have liked to see it whittled down to a smaller group, or have the break stick it. Anyway what a race. People are saying how strong Tom is right now, I do not disagree, but is he? Tom is older, and I think that he is riding so much smarter plus he is such a strong rider to begin. This is a deadly combo. Brains and brawn. Let's not discount the fact that he has a team around him that is so dangerous, anyone of them could go up the road and beat you. Tom was not the strongest rider at Gent, I think it was Sagan, but he rode a very smart race, got lucky in the sprint and came out with a three time win. Sound the sirens there is a tornado coming.
Can't wait for the weekend and Ronde van Vlaanderen. Watching Three Days of De Panne Stage 1 right now with 40km to go. These guys are taking turns punching each other in the face up the climbs. Oh, how I love the Classics.
| 1 | Tom Boonen (Bel) Omega Pharma-Quickstep | 5:32:44 | ||||||||||||||||||
| 2 | Peter Sagan (Svk) Liquigas-Cannondale | |||||||||||||||||||
| 3 | Matti Breschel (Den) Rabobank Cycling Team | |||||||||||||||||||
| 4 | Oscar Freire Gomez (Spa) Katusha Team | |||||||||||||||||||
| 5 | Edvald Boasson Hagen (Nor) Sky Procycling | |||||||||||||||||||
| 6 | Daniele Bennati (Ita) Radioshack-Nissan | |||||||||||||||||||
| 7 | Marco Marcato (Ita) Vacansoleil-DCM Pro Cycling Team | |||||||||||||||||||
| 8 | Steve Chainel (Fra) FDJ-Big Mat | |||||||||||||||||||
| 9 | Filippo Pozzato (Ita) Farnese Vini - Selle Italia | |||||||||||||||||||
| 10 | Giovanni Visconti (Ita) Movistar Team | |||||||||||||||||||
| 11 | Johan Vansummeren (Bel) Garmin-Cervelo | |||||||||||||||||||
| 12 | Matthew Harley Goss (Aus) GreenEdge Cycling Team | |||||||||||||||||||
| 13 | Fabian Cancellara (Swi) Radioshack-Nissan | |||||||||||||||||||
| 14 | Christian Knees (Ger) Sky Procycling | 0:00:03 | ||||||||||||||||||
| 15 | Jon Izaguirre Insausti (Spa) Euskaltel - Euskadi | 0:00:04 |
There are some pretty stand out names in this list. Three time World Champ Freire has gone back in time and found his legs. Sagan is a hoss, he an Cancellara made what now looks like a stupid move, if it had gone the other way they would have looked brilliant. But for Sagan to challenge for the win is true testament to the strength of this rider. This guy is in his 20's. Sick. Breschel, finally on a team that will use him the way he should be used, doesn't hurt that he is Dutch on a Dutch team, now does it? Earth calling Garmin. Vansummeren is the real deal when it comes to the Classics. Yes, he may be 8' tall and look like the missing link (wait that's Ten Dam) he is tall, and can ride a bike in the roughest toughest conditions. Who's the man now? That brings me to one of my favorites, Pipo. Pozzato has struggled the last few years with team issues injury and too many tattoos. Looked like he was going to repeat the cycle this year with his broken collarbone just last month. Dude went under the knife is back on the bike and is looking to come into form, -with a hand full of top tens in his pocket.
Gent was a great race, would have liked to see it whittled down to a smaller group, or have the break stick it. Anyway what a race. People are saying how strong Tom is right now, I do not disagree, but is he? Tom is older, and I think that he is riding so much smarter plus he is such a strong rider to begin. This is a deadly combo. Brains and brawn. Let's not discount the fact that he has a team around him that is so dangerous, anyone of them could go up the road and beat you. Tom was not the strongest rider at Gent, I think it was Sagan, but he rode a very smart race, got lucky in the sprint and came out with a three time win. Sound the sirens there is a tornado coming.
Can't wait for the weekend and Ronde van Vlaanderen. Watching Three Days of De Panne Stage 1 right now with 40km to go. These guys are taking turns punching each other in the face up the climbs. Oh, how I love the Classics.
Saturday, March 24, 2012
IMDO
We are elbow deep in the Classics season and the big monuments are just around the corner. Yes, everyone is sucking at the teat of Paris - Roubaix, and fail to see the beautiful brutality of the Ronde van Vlaanderen, Gent Wevelgem, E3 Harelbeke, and Dwars door Vlaanderen. Don't get me wrong and all misquoted, I love Roubaix with the Trouée d'Arenberg, and all the sectors of cobble. BUT. I'm a big fan of the quick steep climbs, muurs, bergs, whatever you wish to bestow upon them. It's Belgium. It's cycling at it's toughest. It is so beautiful and brutal.
I am a fan of the dark horse, or more importantly the work horse. Last year Vansummeren winning was poetic, and Nuyens crossing the line first made me a believer in my own religion. Breakaways that stick, the solo that gets away...this is The Classics. Terpstra won at Dwars just the other day. Not a superstar. Love it. Did you see the winning move? Was it when he got in the break or when he attacked his breakaway companions? You tell me. Bunch sprints are for Grand Tours, Classics are supposed to be won by men who have not broken or have been broken the least. This is a hardman's race. Today was E3, and a Tom Boonen won it out of the bunch, a small bunch that had been whittled down, strung out, and broken down. Tommeke almost got taught a tough lesson by Freire at the line. Don't get caught sleeping and don't celebrate too soon. Wake up Tom and throw the bike, you got lucky this time. Millimeters lucky.
BMC. What the ____ guys? Superstar team my____. What a bunch of overpaid comfortable well fed, okay I've got to stop there. I know BMC has a winner on their squad, and his name is... Greg. Don't scratch your head. Greg Van Avermaet. Kid can outride anyone on that team, just give him the chance put those "superstars" to work for him and you will have a magic show that you can take to Vegas. Gilbert, what the heck happened there? Too much money and now you can't pedal a bike? Ballan, I don't even know what to say about Ballan, when he had the Rainbow Stripes he only won like a second tier race. Now what? Thor, are you just getting too old? Or are you on the wrong team? This guy is a Green Jersey machine and an all around bdass, but where did he put his cape? George, I love you George. Drop some knowledge on these fools and get them to work. Hang up the cleats and get in the car and win some races with the real talent on this team.
Why why why is Garmin squandering their talent? Vansummeren can win races, go to work for him. Sep Vanmarcke is also a great talent that is being overshadowed by lesser riders. Let 'em loose and see what they can do. They can work in the Grands, but let them have their day in the Classics on their home soil. Haussler, the man with a nationality confusion, are you German-Australian, Australian-German, or just Australian? Just ride your dang bike already. We know you have the ability, or you lost it drinking and driving, and changing nationalities.
Don't know how many time I have to say it, but Chavanel needs to have his leash cut and given full gas. Let him go, he has proven his loyalty time and time again when victory was in sight. Green light this guy, stop making me yell at the screen and get all angry. It is so frustrating to see him pulled from a break to come back and help Tom. Love Tommeke, but give Chavanel his due. Give him Roubaix. I have to say that OPQS is my new favorite team. Brian Holm is in the car, 'nuff said.
Cancellara. Is he beatable? Did you see him get taken out today? What was that? Then some dude stole his front wheel. You will burn in a very hot place for that one. Fabian gets taken out during a wheel change gets up back on the bike and chases back on. He even passes his teammate that came back for him, drug him back up to the bunch. I'm not a fan of Cancellara, but this guy scares me anytime he toes the line. Said I was not a fan, didn't say that I did not have much respect for the guy. R E S P E C T.
Guys to watch in the Classics. Vacansoleil's Devolder, Leukemans, and Hoogerland are tough as nails. Devolder is one of my favorites, although he has done nothing in the past few years. Once a teammate of Boonen, he was the Champ of Belgium and a winner of Ronde van Vlaanderen. I still have hopes for him.
Leif Hoste of Accent Jobs-Willems very very very dark horse, but could surprise. Or Not. In other news Jens Voigt is racing Criterium International for like the 100th time, as of this morning he is in 12th. You know he can taste it, he has won this race like six or seven times???
I am a fan of the dark horse, or more importantly the work horse. Last year Vansummeren winning was poetic, and Nuyens crossing the line first made me a believer in my own religion. Breakaways that stick, the solo that gets away...this is The Classics. Terpstra won at Dwars just the other day. Not a superstar. Love it. Did you see the winning move? Was it when he got in the break or when he attacked his breakaway companions? You tell me. Bunch sprints are for Grand Tours, Classics are supposed to be won by men who have not broken or have been broken the least. This is a hardman's race. Today was E3, and a Tom Boonen won it out of the bunch, a small bunch that had been whittled down, strung out, and broken down. Tommeke almost got taught a tough lesson by Freire at the line. Don't get caught sleeping and don't celebrate too soon. Wake up Tom and throw the bike, you got lucky this time. Millimeters lucky.
BMC. What the ____ guys? Superstar team my____. What a bunch of overpaid comfortable well fed, okay I've got to stop there. I know BMC has a winner on their squad, and his name is... Greg. Don't scratch your head. Greg Van Avermaet. Kid can outride anyone on that team, just give him the chance put those "superstars" to work for him and you will have a magic show that you can take to Vegas. Gilbert, what the heck happened there? Too much money and now you can't pedal a bike? Ballan, I don't even know what to say about Ballan, when he had the Rainbow Stripes he only won like a second tier race. Now what? Thor, are you just getting too old? Or are you on the wrong team? This guy is a Green Jersey machine and an all around bdass, but where did he put his cape? George, I love you George. Drop some knowledge on these fools and get them to work. Hang up the cleats and get in the car and win some races with the real talent on this team.
Why why why is Garmin squandering their talent? Vansummeren can win races, go to work for him. Sep Vanmarcke is also a great talent that is being overshadowed by lesser riders. Let 'em loose and see what they can do. They can work in the Grands, but let them have their day in the Classics on their home soil. Haussler, the man with a nationality confusion, are you German-Australian, Australian-German, or just Australian? Just ride your dang bike already. We know you have the ability, or you lost it drinking and driving, and changing nationalities.
Don't know how many time I have to say it, but Chavanel needs to have his leash cut and given full gas. Let him go, he has proven his loyalty time and time again when victory was in sight. Green light this guy, stop making me yell at the screen and get all angry. It is so frustrating to see him pulled from a break to come back and help Tom. Love Tommeke, but give Chavanel his due. Give him Roubaix. I have to say that OPQS is my new favorite team. Brian Holm is in the car, 'nuff said.
Cancellara. Is he beatable? Did you see him get taken out today? What was that? Then some dude stole his front wheel. You will burn in a very hot place for that one. Fabian gets taken out during a wheel change gets up back on the bike and chases back on. He even passes his teammate that came back for him, drug him back up to the bunch. I'm not a fan of Cancellara, but this guy scares me anytime he toes the line. Said I was not a fan, didn't say that I did not have much respect for the guy. R E S P E C T.
Guys to watch in the Classics. Vacansoleil's Devolder, Leukemans, and Hoogerland are tough as nails. Devolder is one of my favorites, although he has done nothing in the past few years. Once a teammate of Boonen, he was the Champ of Belgium and a winner of Ronde van Vlaanderen. I still have hopes for him.
Leif Hoste of Accent Jobs-Willems very very very dark horse, but could surprise. Or Not. In other news Jens Voigt is racing Criterium International for like the 100th time, as of this morning he is in 12th. You know he can taste it, he has won this race like six or seven times???
Wednesday, March 21, 2012
Midnight oil
This will be an interesting read.
I'm up late, the kind of late where you get out of bed because your body doesn't want to be in any position you put it in, out of bed. I don't know what my deal is. So with my mind racing, dreaming -no sleeping dreaming, I got up to exorcise the sleep depriving demons. How does this work? I'm tired, but physically I cannot get comfortable enough to sleep and then the brain powers up and starts going all ape poo. Should I go all crazy and start writing just whatever is in my head? Should I go cathartic and work the inner peace table talks with my soul? If I were really good I could do both and we would all have a Merry Christmas. Whatever.
Lets try this... The other day someone close to me dropped a bomb on me, no, no one came out of the closet. Someone that I value their opinion straight up told me that they were embarrassed of me. I was a little taken a back, or should we say, dumbfounded? Anyway, that's not the big thing, the big thing is, is that it got me to thinking. (insert thinking joke here) Nice one. Yes, Mike I do think. I really started to think about my life and how I got to this point. Most of you know that I recently started work at a bike shop, to be a bike mechanic and to sell bikes. This has been a, let's say dream since I started riding bikes. I can honestly say I am livin' it. The dream that is.
What I really started thinking about was how I feel, and I have come to the conclusion that, I am me. At this point in time I truly feel that I am as real as I can get. This is who I am, this is what I am. I am happy, and I am really enjoying life. I have always believed that you are not what you do, your job does not define who you are. Here is the problem with that logic, what if you love what you do? What if what you do helps define who you are? I'm talking about it being a real piece to the puzzle that makes you who you are, not a means to an end.
I have a close friend that worries that he does not make a difference in people's lives. He does, he is a life changer, he just can't see the forest because of all the dang trees in his way. He helps people on a daily basis, yet feels that he is not doing enough. Why? Because he really cares about what he does, but what he does, does not define who he is. His caring nature is his definition, this is the person who he really is. I know this because I don't see him on a professional level, I see him as the caring husband, father, and friend.
I will never have the impact on people's lives as say a religious leader, a doctor, or a teacher, but I do feel that where I am right now in life is where I am supposed to be. If I can sell a bike to someone or inspire someone to ride a bike to gain fitness -that is my impact. I want people to know the pure joy and freedom that a bike can bring. You know, the kind you had when you were a kid. The feeling of flying.
I'm up late, the kind of late where you get out of bed because your body doesn't want to be in any position you put it in, out of bed. I don't know what my deal is. So with my mind racing, dreaming -no sleeping dreaming, I got up to exorcise the sleep depriving demons. How does this work? I'm tired, but physically I cannot get comfortable enough to sleep and then the brain powers up and starts going all ape poo. Should I go all crazy and start writing just whatever is in my head? Should I go cathartic and work the inner peace table talks with my soul? If I were really good I could do both and we would all have a Merry Christmas. Whatever.
Lets try this... The other day someone close to me dropped a bomb on me, no, no one came out of the closet. Someone that I value their opinion straight up told me that they were embarrassed of me. I was a little taken a back, or should we say, dumbfounded? Anyway, that's not the big thing, the big thing is, is that it got me to thinking. (insert thinking joke here) Nice one. Yes, Mike I do think. I really started to think about my life and how I got to this point. Most of you know that I recently started work at a bike shop, to be a bike mechanic and to sell bikes. This has been a, let's say dream since I started riding bikes. I can honestly say I am livin' it. The dream that is.
What I really started thinking about was how I feel, and I have come to the conclusion that, I am me. At this point in time I truly feel that I am as real as I can get. This is who I am, this is what I am. I am happy, and I am really enjoying life. I have always believed that you are not what you do, your job does not define who you are. Here is the problem with that logic, what if you love what you do? What if what you do helps define who you are? I'm talking about it being a real piece to the puzzle that makes you who you are, not a means to an end.
I have a close friend that worries that he does not make a difference in people's lives. He does, he is a life changer, he just can't see the forest because of all the dang trees in his way. He helps people on a daily basis, yet feels that he is not doing enough. Why? Because he really cares about what he does, but what he does, does not define who he is. His caring nature is his definition, this is the person who he really is. I know this because I don't see him on a professional level, I see him as the caring husband, father, and friend.
I will never have the impact on people's lives as say a religious leader, a doctor, or a teacher, but I do feel that where I am right now in life is where I am supposed to be. If I can sell a bike to someone or inspire someone to ride a bike to gain fitness -that is my impact. I want people to know the pure joy and freedom that a bike can bring. You know, the kind you had when you were a kid. The feeling of flying.
It's just like riding a bike. No. The only thing that is just like riding a bike...is riding a bike.
Thursday, March 15, 2012
I know you
Last night was the first Wednesday Night Ride of the year 2012. This is a big deal, it is a rite of Spring, an annual marking of the cycling season. That's right, right here in Tulsa. A mecca of cycling. It is a gathering of who's who in the Tulsa cycling world. The touring riders all the way to Cat I racer types meet up to do what we all dream about when we are not doing what we are dreaming about.
The meeting point at the first of the ride is swimming in the excitement of the ride to come. It is the "business up front" time. People are airing up tires, checking brake rub, changing out of work clothes, getting prepared for The Ride. We all gather here from our different lives, jobs, families, but once we throw a leg over the toptube we are all transformed into the same living breathing human-machine. Here is a Star Trek quote for you... "resistance is futile". Once you start riding bikes you enter this community, a community that is bigger than the sum of its parts. It's like Fight Club, but you can talk about WNR and you are encouraged to do so.
Riding a bike strips everyone down to their most simple form. You are no longer a business owner, a surgeon, a trash collector, a high school student. You are a cyclist riding a social vehicle that knows no boundaries. The bike brings us together and erases the worldly class structure. Now you are judged on style, speed, and etiquette.
At the end of the WNR, the "party in the back" time flows with adult brewed beverages shared between warriors that just battled each other on the tarmac. Fierce competitors on the road now sharing stories and friendship. Boundaries are all washed away with a few sips of beer. I'm beating a dead horse here, but it's easy to go back to the well when it is this deep. I know that if it were not for the bike that I would never have the chance to meet or know the people that I call friends. Oh, the places that a bike will take you. This simple piece of machinery is so many things, and I am grateful that it has given me the freedom to live.
The meeting point at the first of the ride is swimming in the excitement of the ride to come. It is the "business up front" time. People are airing up tires, checking brake rub, changing out of work clothes, getting prepared for The Ride. We all gather here from our different lives, jobs, families, but once we throw a leg over the toptube we are all transformed into the same living breathing human-machine. Here is a Star Trek quote for you... "resistance is futile". Once you start riding bikes you enter this community, a community that is bigger than the sum of its parts. It's like Fight Club, but you can talk about WNR and you are encouraged to do so.
Riding a bike strips everyone down to their most simple form. You are no longer a business owner, a surgeon, a trash collector, a high school student. You are a cyclist riding a social vehicle that knows no boundaries. The bike brings us together and erases the worldly class structure. Now you are judged on style, speed, and etiquette.
At the end of the WNR, the "party in the back" time flows with adult brewed beverages shared between warriors that just battled each other on the tarmac. Fierce competitors on the road now sharing stories and friendship. Boundaries are all washed away with a few sips of beer. I'm beating a dead horse here, but it's easy to go back to the well when it is this deep. I know that if it were not for the bike that I would never have the chance to meet or know the people that I call friends. Oh, the places that a bike will take you. This simple piece of machinery is so many things, and I am grateful that it has given me the freedom to live.
Wednesday, March 7, 2012
He shoots, he...
Holy Crap I have a blog? Looking at the past few days one would think that this was a dead link. Now, as for last week I was praying for a swift death. I had become very used to my toilet, and not in a good way. Stomach bug on a supernatural scale. Whatever got a hold of me took me for a ride, one that I am still recovering from. That's the kind of party that I would prefer not to be invited to, you can keep it. It got to the point that I could no longer trust normal body functions. I lost a lot of weight, for a person my size, you know this fine-tuned-machine that I am. I feel so weak, and I am worried to get back on the bike, because right up to the point that my insides tried to evacuate my body I was on a 20+ day streak of riding that saw me reach 33,000' of climbing in the month of Feb.
So this brings me to the second reason that the blog as been a ghost town with tumbleweeds blowing around. I was riding bikes all the time, to work, for fun, to run errands, for just to ride. About a week into Feb I decided that it would be really cool to climb the equivalent feet of Mount Everest. Feb had the extra 29th day and Everest sits at 29,029' so it just seemed like the thing to do. Not too lofty a goal, and all I had to do was climb roughly 1500' a day (I got a late start). I reached my goal well before the 29th. I know, I will try not to break my arm patting myself on the back.
Everyone talks about goals, about doing this, doing that. I've never been a real go-getter in the goal department, I just kinda do what I want and let the chips fall where they may. Even after making and reaching my goal I don't get some crazy sense of worth, in fact my celebration was no more spectacular than a normal ride finish. Beer, food, shower, and then if needed more beer. What I am left with is this crazy feeling that I need to do something else. Is this the OCD goal maker coming to the surface? Oh, I hope not. It was cool to attain my "Everest", but now I don't like this feeling that I need to do something more. I have to one-up myself, this ain't no competition! I don't want to be "that guy" that is kicking his own arse over numbers on a screen. I don't want to define myself by my accomplishments, well unless I do something so kick@ss that everyone should know whether they need to or not.
I really spent over an hour looking up distances and trivia to base my new goal. This is not right. This is sick (sick bad not good). I've opened a door in my soul that should have remained closed. How do I shut this off, yet still remain positive about doing things? Even now, writing this I'm thinking about riding my bike -to Texas, to the Moon. Turn this off. I'm gonna call a Priest to exorcize my ambition. I liked me better when I didn't care, when goals were things scored in hockey.
Ride your bike already!
So this brings me to the second reason that the blog as been a ghost town with tumbleweeds blowing around. I was riding bikes all the time, to work, for fun, to run errands, for just to ride. About a week into Feb I decided that it would be really cool to climb the equivalent feet of Mount Everest. Feb had the extra 29th day and Everest sits at 29,029' so it just seemed like the thing to do. Not too lofty a goal, and all I had to do was climb roughly 1500' a day (I got a late start). I reached my goal well before the 29th. I know, I will try not to break my arm patting myself on the back.
Everyone talks about goals, about doing this, doing that. I've never been a real go-getter in the goal department, I just kinda do what I want and let the chips fall where they may. Even after making and reaching my goal I don't get some crazy sense of worth, in fact my celebration was no more spectacular than a normal ride finish. Beer, food, shower, and then if needed more beer. What I am left with is this crazy feeling that I need to do something else. Is this the OCD goal maker coming to the surface? Oh, I hope not. It was cool to attain my "Everest", but now I don't like this feeling that I need to do something more. I have to one-up myself, this ain't no competition! I don't want to be "that guy" that is kicking his own arse over numbers on a screen. I don't want to define myself by my accomplishments, well unless I do something so kick@ss that everyone should know whether they need to or not.
I really spent over an hour looking up distances and trivia to base my new goal. This is not right. This is sick (sick bad not good). I've opened a door in my soul that should have remained closed. How do I shut this off, yet still remain positive about doing things? Even now, writing this I'm thinking about riding my bike -to Texas, to the Moon. Turn this off. I'm gonna call a Priest to exorcize my ambition. I liked me better when I didn't care, when goals were things scored in hockey.
Ride your bike already!
Tuesday, February 21, 2012
Puttin' the legs up
All I want to do is lay down and close my eyes for a little. I'm so tired and sleepy, I might just fall asleep right here on the bike, maybe then the pain would just drift away with my sleep. I can't focus on anything except sleepy tiredness and 4723. 4723 4723 4723 4723 4723 4723 4723. Now it says 4732 4732 4732 4732, now it is 4745 4745 4745. My brain is chanting these numbers like a beat in a club. I'm numb all over, except for when the road points up I feel my muscles in my legs tearing, burning, breaking through my skin, through my knickers exposed to the air. 4788 4788 4788 4788. How are my legs still moving, I'm pretty sure I told them to stop miles ago?
How did I get to this point, laying on the bathroom floor in the fetal position praying for a swift and clean death? Did I not eat enough? Drink enough? Kill me now. I am weak. My body thinks I am weak and it is shutting down and closing up shop. Maybe if I just empty the contents of my stomach I can start over? How pathetic is this? I should know better? Why is it every time I am hugging the toilet it is self induced? At least my brain is not pounding against my skull trying to free itself from a chemical induced death. So I've got that going for me. This Pepsi is coming up, maybe not. A little sip of recovery drink, a little more Pepsi, some more recovery drink. This cold tile feels good, or does it? All I can feel is the sickness in my stomach taking over my body, organ by organ like a game of Risk.
I can feel my legs, they have a few miles in them and a few thousand feet of climbing. Are the miles and feet of climbing in your legs or do they come out like a deposit at a bank? You start your day with X miles and Y feet, and you just keep making withdraws until you are in the red, Overdrawn? I don't know? I started my day with zero, zero. I already had a metric century and 3k' worth of climbing in or out when we met up with Marty to do another lap. I should know better, but there is something about feeling good at the "in the moment" that reduces brain function to "sure let's go again".
Mile 79.8 I stopped. Not cracked, blown up, shelled. Stopped. Hindsight is 20/20 and I should have called it a day well before that point, but now we are 13mi from town, and 18mi from the comfort of my bathroom floor. Matt and Marty pushed and nursed me back to the Pedestrian Bridge where we said good bye to Marty and Matt paced me back to my turn-off. Thanks Matt -sorry about getting caught in the rain.
Between the point of failure to the point of being home is a blur of sensory overload. 13mph feels like 70mph out of control on ice skidding to your death. Pedal strokes are involuntary one second and the next are so labored I can't tell if my crank arms are frozen or broken off? Am I peddling backwards? Are those my feet attached to my legs, I can see feet but they don't feel like mine. I know these legs are not mine because there is a compatibility issue with the interface. They are not doing what I want them to do, and they are telling me what I don't want to hear. These are not my legs.
Long before all this happened yesterday, Matt and I were having a conversation about hurting and pain, and trying to explain how it feels to someone who has never experienced suffering. How does one put into words the feeling one goes through emotionally and physically when you put the body into a situation such as this? After the morbid pain and misery subsided, I was left with the hallow feeling one gets from stressing the body, and it feels....good. Not a good like ice cream and cake good, but like I just survived good. I like to call it the "putting the legs up". If you have been there you know what I am talking about. Putting the legs up on the couch or the ottoman with the satisfaction that you have inner accomplishment of physical and emotional greatness. You just made yourself better.
We talk of having a bad day on the bike, but is there really such a thing? I could easily say that yesterday was a horrible experience, or I could say that it was anything that I want it to be. My attitude towards what happened forms the person that I am, that I will be. Can you take a negative in your life and make it a positive? My Mom always said "your worst day of skiing is better than your best day at work". What I take away from yesterday is, one) a good story to tell, b) strength, secondly) I know the people that I have surrounded myself with -are incredible people. Yesterday is history, and it is now just part of my foundation of who I am and what I am.
How did I get to this point, laying on the bathroom floor in the fetal position praying for a swift and clean death? Did I not eat enough? Drink enough? Kill me now. I am weak. My body thinks I am weak and it is shutting down and closing up shop. Maybe if I just empty the contents of my stomach I can start over? How pathetic is this? I should know better? Why is it every time I am hugging the toilet it is self induced? At least my brain is not pounding against my skull trying to free itself from a chemical induced death. So I've got that going for me. This Pepsi is coming up, maybe not. A little sip of recovery drink, a little more Pepsi, some more recovery drink. This cold tile feels good, or does it? All I can feel is the sickness in my stomach taking over my body, organ by organ like a game of Risk.
I can feel my legs, they have a few miles in them and a few thousand feet of climbing. Are the miles and feet of climbing in your legs or do they come out like a deposit at a bank? You start your day with X miles and Y feet, and you just keep making withdraws until you are in the red, Overdrawn? I don't know? I started my day with zero, zero. I already had a metric century and 3k' worth of climbing in or out when we met up with Marty to do another lap. I should know better, but there is something about feeling good at the "in the moment" that reduces brain function to "sure let's go again".
Mile 79.8 I stopped. Not cracked, blown up, shelled. Stopped. Hindsight is 20/20 and I should have called it a day well before that point, but now we are 13mi from town, and 18mi from the comfort of my bathroom floor. Matt and Marty pushed and nursed me back to the Pedestrian Bridge where we said good bye to Marty and Matt paced me back to my turn-off. Thanks Matt -sorry about getting caught in the rain.
Between the point of failure to the point of being home is a blur of sensory overload. 13mph feels like 70mph out of control on ice skidding to your death. Pedal strokes are involuntary one second and the next are so labored I can't tell if my crank arms are frozen or broken off? Am I peddling backwards? Are those my feet attached to my legs, I can see feet but they don't feel like mine. I know these legs are not mine because there is a compatibility issue with the interface. They are not doing what I want them to do, and they are telling me what I don't want to hear. These are not my legs.
Long before all this happened yesterday, Matt and I were having a conversation about hurting and pain, and trying to explain how it feels to someone who has never experienced suffering. How does one put into words the feeling one goes through emotionally and physically when you put the body into a situation such as this? After the morbid pain and misery subsided, I was left with the hallow feeling one gets from stressing the body, and it feels....good. Not a good like ice cream and cake good, but like I just survived good. I like to call it the "putting the legs up". If you have been there you know what I am talking about. Putting the legs up on the couch or the ottoman with the satisfaction that you have inner accomplishment of physical and emotional greatness. You just made yourself better.
We talk of having a bad day on the bike, but is there really such a thing? I could easily say that yesterday was a horrible experience, or I could say that it was anything that I want it to be. My attitude towards what happened forms the person that I am, that I will be. Can you take a negative in your life and make it a positive? My Mom always said "your worst day of skiing is better than your best day at work". What I take away from yesterday is, one) a good story to tell, b) strength, secondly) I know the people that I have surrounded myself with -are incredible people. Yesterday is history, and it is now just part of my foundation of who I am and what I am.
Thursday, February 16, 2012
Have you met Matt?
I am always skeptical when people say "he's the nicest guy" "they are great", you know all that nice crap. Anytime I hear the name Matt Carnal it is always followed by something flowery and sweet, like he is every one's best friend. I have always been 6 degrees away from Matt, so I don't know that much about him. I do know the dark side of Matt, the underlying layer of the onion. That's right the part that will make you cry, not out of sadness. Out of Pain.
This is an unofficial view of the person we call Coach, Matt, King of Strava, and other things behind his back -because you would never say it to his face for fear he will rip your legs off and beat you with them. Actually people that call Matt "Coach" allow him to rip their legs off... willingly. I know how crazy is that? I have only had a peripheral friendship with Matt and for what I knew of him he is a stand-up guy. Never have I heard anyone talk about Matt in any other light.
Most recently I started following Matt on Strava.com and he was involved in the Base Mile Blast. This was a challenge to see how many miles one could accumulate in a set time (Jan6-31). Matt put in 3,347mi and his last ride was cancelled due to mechanical issues. He was only planning on riding the great state of Oklahoma from South to North. No big deal, Right? Even without putting in miles that he wanted on the last day, Matt had a lead of 981mi. Not bad. Oh, yeah I forgot to mention that Matt is gearing up/training for RAAM. Now we can officially add "Crazy" to the things we call Matt.
Matt's dark side, let's get to the juicy tabloid stuff... Matt has been coming by the shop and getting some work done on bikes and what not. He has invited me to ride, so I decided to meet up with him yesterday for a little ride, I would turn around and he would continue. I rode to the meeting point and Chad showed up to ride with us. Chad and I chatted and then Matt showed. We headed out in the light rain/heavy mist on the trail and then made a slight detour to head West. In conversation something was mentioned about my wanting to climb 29,000' in a month. Matt said he would like to do that in a weekend, and he could, and probably will.
The lights started to go dim around mile 62, I'm pretty sure Matt was just getting warmed up. He rode 100+ the day before, I commuted 10mi. I did my best "keep calm...", and then I was shelled, literally and figuratively. Matt and Chad slowed to allow me to catch, and I told them to leave me, "I'm a big boy, I know my way home, don't want to slow you down." Matt would have nothing of it. Here is the guy that has been ripping my legs off and turning me inside out for the last 2-3hrs and now he is playing the nice guy routine. This is the genuine Matt. This is what makes him such a great coach, he knows how to motivate you all bad guy style and then when you need it most he can be there for you. Not a crutch, but a gentle push.
Riding bikes has allowed me to meet all kinds, types of people. The bike is the vehicle that brings people together. If you have not met Matt, you should. He is as exactly as billed. Don't be fooled by the names people call him. Beast, Machine, Evil, Crazy, these are how he rides the bike -not who he is.
Follow Matt on Strava.com
Follow Matt on Twitter
I hope to do a follow up actual interview, a first for sprintingthebelllap
This is an unofficial view of the person we call Coach, Matt, King of Strava, and other things behind his back -because you would never say it to his face for fear he will rip your legs off and beat you with them. Actually people that call Matt "Coach" allow him to rip their legs off... willingly. I know how crazy is that? I have only had a peripheral friendship with Matt and for what I knew of him he is a stand-up guy. Never have I heard anyone talk about Matt in any other light.
Most recently I started following Matt on Strava.com and he was involved in the Base Mile Blast. This was a challenge to see how many miles one could accumulate in a set time (Jan6-31). Matt put in 3,347mi and his last ride was cancelled due to mechanical issues. He was only planning on riding the great state of Oklahoma from South to North. No big deal, Right? Even without putting in miles that he wanted on the last day, Matt had a lead of 981mi. Not bad. Oh, yeah I forgot to mention that Matt is gearing up/training for RAAM. Now we can officially add "Crazy" to the things we call Matt.
Matt's dark side, let's get to the juicy tabloid stuff... Matt has been coming by the shop and getting some work done on bikes and what not. He has invited me to ride, so I decided to meet up with him yesterday for a little ride, I would turn around and he would continue. I rode to the meeting point and Chad showed up to ride with us. Chad and I chatted and then Matt showed. We headed out in the light rain/heavy mist on the trail and then made a slight detour to head West. In conversation something was mentioned about my wanting to climb 29,000' in a month. Matt said he would like to do that in a weekend, and he could, and probably will.
The lights started to go dim around mile 62, I'm pretty sure Matt was just getting warmed up. He rode 100+ the day before, I commuted 10mi. I did my best "keep calm...", and then I was shelled, literally and figuratively. Matt and Chad slowed to allow me to catch, and I told them to leave me, "I'm a big boy, I know my way home, don't want to slow you down." Matt would have nothing of it. Here is the guy that has been ripping my legs off and turning me inside out for the last 2-3hrs and now he is playing the nice guy routine. This is the genuine Matt. This is what makes him such a great coach, he knows how to motivate you all bad guy style and then when you need it most he can be there for you. Not a crutch, but a gentle push.
Riding bikes has allowed me to meet all kinds, types of people. The bike is the vehicle that brings people together. If you have not met Matt, you should. He is as exactly as billed. Don't be fooled by the names people call him. Beast, Machine, Evil, Crazy, these are how he rides the bike -not who he is.
Follow Matt on Strava.com
Follow Matt on Twitter
I hope to do a follow up actual interview, a first for sprintingthebelllap
Tuesday, February 14, 2012
Goalllllllllllllll!
I'm not exactly sure what I am going to do with myself, I know there is a few of you out there that would love to comment on that. Feel free, there is a tab for that at the end of this post. Any who, working at the shop is going to take a chunk out of my racing, I knew this going in. Keep reading, I'm not whining. Promise. I'm in a state of cycling limbo, I want to be out racing with my team, but I wont be, so... do I need to train? I am not currently training, I am just riding. I feel great, and I am having a blast riding my bikes. Isn't that what it is all about?
I guess my problem is that my mates are out there training and racing and they are gonna ride circles around me. I mean I have a rep to maintain. Pride, what a double edged sword. It's hard to wrap my head around. This is one of those times when you have to "check yourself". What am I doing this to gain, why do I do this, what am I trying to prove? The soul searching questions like, which came first the chicken or the egg? For me all the answers are on the bike, or found while on the bike.
Goals. Two years ago I did what "they" tell you to do and I wrote my goals down. I didn't meet one of them. Last year, I had no goals other than race a lot, and help my teammates in races. Check and check. This year is a mixed bag. If I were forced at gunpoint to write something down it would look like this...
Accepting ideas and sponsorships
I guess my problem is that my mates are out there training and racing and they are gonna ride circles around me. I mean I have a rep to maintain. Pride, what a double edged sword. It's hard to wrap my head around. This is one of those times when you have to "check yourself". What am I doing this to gain, why do I do this, what am I trying to prove? The soul searching questions like, which came first the chicken or the egg? For me all the answers are on the bike, or found while on the bike.
Goals. Two years ago I did what "they" tell you to do and I wrote my goals down. I didn't meet one of them. Last year, I had no goals other than race a lot, and help my teammates in races. Check and check. This year is a mixed bag. If I were forced at gunpoint to write something down it would look like this...
- Ride my bikes
- Use the bike for commuting as much as possible (3mi rule)
- Be a bike advocate
- Ride with anyone regardless their ability
- Have fun
Accepting ideas and sponsorships
Wednesday, February 8, 2012
Grinding Gears
This last Sunday I left work and jumped on the turnpike to head to Texas. Roadtrip to see my Dad, and Mom, but this was for my Dad's 70th birthday. My wife and I bought tickets to take my Dad to see WWE Smackdown at the BOK. I was on my way to pick him up and hang out. He is a huge fan of wrestling, Professional Wrestling that is. Has been since I can remember. And, I remember watching wrestling with my Dad on TV, well as long as I can remember watching TV. That is a lot of TV wrestling watching. It's a pure miracle that I am so well adjusted. Or am I?
Monday came early and we set out to ride, me on my bike and my Dad in the follow truck with the dogs. I was on a mission to bag some climbs. There are not too many "climbs" in the Texas Panhandle, but there happens to be two massive (by panhandle standards) climbs 40some odd miles from my parents front door. I set off to slay these two dragons and call it a day. The weather was very beautiful, but the wind was forecast to be out of the North, it was out of the South. Headwind/crosswind all the way. Two hours and some change later we were descending down into the canyon. I could see my prize across the way. It was daunting, and staring me in the face. I flinched. Totally underestimated this climb. I felt beat. Scared.
I stripped off my armwarmers, hat, and unzipped the jersey. This was going to be a battle. Man I did not do my homework on this climb. I had already, in my mind, won this thing. About a mile into this slog, I cracked, there was a small explosion, one might call it a Pop. Yeah, that was me. Done, with a big fork sticking out of my back, not even half-way up. I don't know what it was that hurt the worst? Lungs? Legs? D -all of the above and other things not even on the list were calling in damage reports. "Captain, we've lost contact with the brain, the legs are out of power, and the lungs have imploded. Imminent and total destruction."
Not to ruin the story, but if you are reading this -then I had to write it, so I am still alive. There was no way I was going to willingly get off of my bike with my Dad in the car behind me. Gravity was going to have to pull me to the ground, unconscious, eyes rolled back, mouth foaming. I could not stop even though every fiber of my existence was a deafening roar to quit. I would like to write that I "dug deep" "went to my special place" "gutted it out" "buried myself in the pain cave", but these would be lies. Knowing my Dad was with me, I forced every labored pedal turn one over the other in a slow display of "square pedaling", out of sheer pride. That's right, Pride.
I had cracked, but I wanted my Dad to see me, to be proud of me, to show him that I could fight and be his son. I wanted to be able to look my Dad in the eye and know that he was proud of me. My Dad would have been proud of me if I had stopped at the start of the climb. I wanted him to share my victory against this climb as if it were his own. There was no stopping, I turned myself inside out for pride. I was so spent, I was finished. We pulled into the rest stop/scenic overlook to potty the dogs and to have a look at the beast from the top. I pulled off my jersey and changed into street clothes, put the bike in the pick-up bed and hopped in. Finished. I had one more climb to do, but not today. I won a battle, but the war is still there waiting. Like General MacArthur I shall return. I will live to fight another day, my Dad at my side pushing me up a small canyon wall in the Texas Panhandle.
Cheers, Dad
Monday came early and we set out to ride, me on my bike and my Dad in the follow truck with the dogs. I was on a mission to bag some climbs. There are not too many "climbs" in the Texas Panhandle, but there happens to be two massive (by panhandle standards) climbs 40some odd miles from my parents front door. I set off to slay these two dragons and call it a day. The weather was very beautiful, but the wind was forecast to be out of the North, it was out of the South. Headwind/crosswind all the way. Two hours and some change later we were descending down into the canyon. I could see my prize across the way. It was daunting, and staring me in the face. I flinched. Totally underestimated this climb. I felt beat. Scared.
I stripped off my armwarmers, hat, and unzipped the jersey. This was going to be a battle. Man I did not do my homework on this climb. I had already, in my mind, won this thing. About a mile into this slog, I cracked, there was a small explosion, one might call it a Pop. Yeah, that was me. Done, with a big fork sticking out of my back, not even half-way up. I don't know what it was that hurt the worst? Lungs? Legs? D -all of the above and other things not even on the list were calling in damage reports. "Captain, we've lost contact with the brain, the legs are out of power, and the lungs have imploded. Imminent and total destruction."
Not to ruin the story, but if you are reading this -then I had to write it, so I am still alive. There was no way I was going to willingly get off of my bike with my Dad in the car behind me. Gravity was going to have to pull me to the ground, unconscious, eyes rolled back, mouth foaming. I could not stop even though every fiber of my existence was a deafening roar to quit. I would like to write that I "dug deep" "went to my special place" "gutted it out" "buried myself in the pain cave", but these would be lies. Knowing my Dad was with me, I forced every labored pedal turn one over the other in a slow display of "square pedaling", out of sheer pride. That's right, Pride.
I had cracked, but I wanted my Dad to see me, to be proud of me, to show him that I could fight and be his son. I wanted to be able to look my Dad in the eye and know that he was proud of me. My Dad would have been proud of me if I had stopped at the start of the climb. I wanted him to share my victory against this climb as if it were his own. There was no stopping, I turned myself inside out for pride. I was so spent, I was finished. We pulled into the rest stop/scenic overlook to potty the dogs and to have a look at the beast from the top. I pulled off my jersey and changed into street clothes, put the bike in the pick-up bed and hopped in. Finished. I had one more climb to do, but not today. I won a battle, but the war is still there waiting. Like General MacArthur I shall return. I will live to fight another day, my Dad at my side pushing me up a small canyon wall in the Texas Panhandle.
Cheers, Dad
Thursday, February 2, 2012
I want to...
I've been to the well, and the well has gone dry.
Sometimes I just don't have anything to say, or feel like what I do have is not worth the effort. With that being said, I am putting the caffeine levels at max, chaining myself to the chair and putting letters on a glowing screen in no particular order. If they happen to form words and sentences and a paragraph or two then I will have a small success. Like clearing the first level of Mario Bros. Yeah, kinda like that.
It's not that I don't have the time. Between loads of laundry, vacuuming, dishes, cooking, brewing, riding bikes, and working at the shop, I really do have time. I do. I don't know what has been my problem? Desire? ADHD? Not drinking enough? Maybe I have too much to write about and it had clogged the well and nothing is going to come out? Is that even possible? With all the bike riding I have been doing, I have written hundreds of things in my head, if I could only get it in a readable format for you. My reader. All three of you, and Mike.
With my new phase of life working at the shop it has put a question mark on my super fabulous career as a Cat IV bike racer. I am OK with this. I want to race bikes, but I don't need to race bikes. Going into this race season I have put all training on hold, an indefinite hold because I don't know when, where, or how I will be racing. I have done zero intervals, I have looked at my HR but only out of curiosity, and watts are just numbers on a screen. I have 0 trainer miles. My fitness is a giant ?.
I am riding bikes to ride bikes. I, for the past several years have tried to have some sort of "training" program that I follow or don't follow. This has gotten me some fitness and has kept me entertained looking at power files, charts, graphs, zodiac signs, and fortune cookies. All of this has gotten me to the same place every time. This realization is............ I love to ride my bike. I love to ride whether it involves power/HR constraints or if it is just to run an errand. It is a bike. Bikes are cool. They are hella fun to ride.
Don't get me wrong, I still ride strapped up to my HR and the PT wheel is on the road bike. On the MTB I only look at distance, elevation, and time. For some strange reason I do wear my HR on the Cross bike. It's not that I don't like numbers, I do. I like to look at accumulated time, distance, and my favorite is elevation. I like to get high. I don't necessarily like to climb, but I like what climbing does for me. You got to get up to get down. This is so true on the MTB...earn your turns. On the road I love a good climb if it is rewarded with a screaming down hill and an ear to ear grin.
Riding a bike for the sake of just riding a bike has given me a new love for the bike. I don't "have" to ride my bike, I now want to ride my bike. My goals are no longer convoluted, my goal is simple.
Ride
Sometimes I just don't have anything to say, or feel like what I do have is not worth the effort. With that being said, I am putting the caffeine levels at max, chaining myself to the chair and putting letters on a glowing screen in no particular order. If they happen to form words and sentences and a paragraph or two then I will have a small success. Like clearing the first level of Mario Bros. Yeah, kinda like that.
It's not that I don't have the time. Between loads of laundry, vacuuming, dishes, cooking, brewing, riding bikes, and working at the shop, I really do have time. I do. I don't know what has been my problem? Desire? ADHD? Not drinking enough? Maybe I have too much to write about and it had clogged the well and nothing is going to come out? Is that even possible? With all the bike riding I have been doing, I have written hundreds of things in my head, if I could only get it in a readable format for you. My reader. All three of you, and Mike.
With my new phase of life working at the shop it has put a question mark on my super fabulous career as a Cat IV bike racer. I am OK with this. I want to race bikes, but I don't need to race bikes. Going into this race season I have put all training on hold, an indefinite hold because I don't know when, where, or how I will be racing. I have done zero intervals, I have looked at my HR but only out of curiosity, and watts are just numbers on a screen. I have 0 trainer miles. My fitness is a giant ?.
I am riding bikes to ride bikes. I, for the past several years have tried to have some sort of "training" program that I follow or don't follow. This has gotten me some fitness and has kept me entertained looking at power files, charts, graphs, zodiac signs, and fortune cookies. All of this has gotten me to the same place every time. This realization is............ I love to ride my bike. I love to ride whether it involves power/HR constraints or if it is just to run an errand. It is a bike. Bikes are cool. They are hella fun to ride.
Don't get me wrong, I still ride strapped up to my HR and the PT wheel is on the road bike. On the MTB I only look at distance, elevation, and time. For some strange reason I do wear my HR on the Cross bike. It's not that I don't like numbers, I do. I like to look at accumulated time, distance, and my favorite is elevation. I like to get high. I don't necessarily like to climb, but I like what climbing does for me. You got to get up to get down. This is so true on the MTB...earn your turns. On the road I love a good climb if it is rewarded with a screaming down hill and an ear to ear grin.
Riding a bike for the sake of just riding a bike has given me a new love for the bike. I don't "have" to ride my bike, I now want to ride my bike. My goals are no longer convoluted, my goal is simple.
Ride
Tuesday, January 24, 2012
Come Together
I've been kind of a hermit with my riding lately, just riding from and to work with the detour here and there for some extra miles. Riding bikes is about riding bikes, but one can make the experience so much better when it is shared. I was reminded this on Sunday when I was coerced into riding with the group. It looked like the makings of a horrible ride. High wind and flat roads. Two of my least favorites especially when put together in an equation such as this. I rode to the shop to meet up with everyone and overdressed. Good thing I have a locker at the shop.
Quick inspection of the group, and I don't know half of these people. I'm starting to sweat, and it is not from layers -I just took those off. We headed out onto the trail and my worst fears were coming true. The crosswind had everyone ducking for cover. There were a few squirrely wheels and I was on high alert. Flat, right out of the box. This is not a good sign. I rubbed the Madonna hanging around my neck and made a quick plea.
Back on the road and we were working the headwind, we had the horse power to do it. I stayed in the back to keep an eye on everyone, and to get comfortable riding with strangers. It took a little more than an hour before we started having people come apart, but that was cool because we formed small groups and worked to keep everyone together.
I do love riding in groups, especially when it has good cohesion and somewhat of a common goal. Stay together. I firmly believe that absence makes the heart grow fonder, I just forget the fondness that I have. This was a great group ride and everyone in the group "got it". With everyone working together and staying together we were able to maintain a good pace and not have to surge and slow, surge and slow.
Companionship is a group thing, it's hard to practice alone. There is nothing better that flying with a tail wind with your 'mates arm over your shoulder bar-to-bar at 25mph telling you how good it is to be on a ride with you. The feeling is mutual. The shared experience, may it be one-on-one or with a group it is a special bond that we all share. Pain, Joy, Freedom, Friendship.
Quick inspection of the group, and I don't know half of these people. I'm starting to sweat, and it is not from layers -I just took those off. We headed out onto the trail and my worst fears were coming true. The crosswind had everyone ducking for cover. There were a few squirrely wheels and I was on high alert. Flat, right out of the box. This is not a good sign. I rubbed the Madonna hanging around my neck and made a quick plea.
Back on the road and we were working the headwind, we had the horse power to do it. I stayed in the back to keep an eye on everyone, and to get comfortable riding with strangers. It took a little more than an hour before we started having people come apart, but that was cool because we formed small groups and worked to keep everyone together.
I do love riding in groups, especially when it has good cohesion and somewhat of a common goal. Stay together. I firmly believe that absence makes the heart grow fonder, I just forget the fondness that I have. This was a great group ride and everyone in the group "got it". With everyone working together and staying together we were able to maintain a good pace and not have to surge and slow, surge and slow.
Companionship is a group thing, it's hard to practice alone. There is nothing better that flying with a tail wind with your 'mates arm over your shoulder bar-to-bar at 25mph telling you how good it is to be on a ride with you. The feeling is mutual. The shared experience, may it be one-on-one or with a group it is a special bond that we all share. Pain, Joy, Freedom, Friendship.
Thursday, December 22, 2011
Let's Ride
Dark is not the opposite of Light, it is the absence of Light.
-Beastie Boys
Last night was the longest night of the year, or more importantly the shortest day of the year. This is what we call the Start of Winter. Which seems kinda crazy considering the temps outside have been Winter-like for some time now. Welcome Winter, have a beer, but please keep your feet of the couch, and try not to overstay your welcome. For me and my like minded outdoorsie people, this is a turning point with our battle that we wage with darkness. From this day forward the Sun will begin to creep more toward the North and provide us with more daylight. I just heard a slight cheer. I give it a Heck Yeah!
I've been fighting the good fight -with lights, and with unemployment I have been taking advantage of the daylight hours. I don't feel safe enough on the road to ride at night, but hitting up the Riverparks trail and Turkey instead. Turkey at night is an interesting experience, especially if you are rolling alone. Enough. Buy a light and go use it, it is well worth the money. That is unless you like bolting your bike into a mid-evil torture device, pain and suffering intervals, and cleaning up puddles of sweat. Then by all means. "I'm suffering for my art" Something like that.
Not to brag, Ok maybe just a little, but I have been able to get some good rides in lately. Outside. The Good Dr. and I went for a little Riverparks spin on Tuesday. One word...Under-dressed. Not really, but I did not take gloves. I was thinking that 50* is warm enough for naked digits. It is well above the temps for frost bite, but I lost feeling in my hands and it made the bars feel like I was flexing them. I could not figure what was under my finger, it was my other finger. It was a little strange, next ride... Gloves... check. There is a point here, no it is not wear your gloves.
Sharing a ride with someone who, like yourself loves to be on a bike, will make any ride better. No matter the condition. Shared experience is best served with good company. Speaking of good company, I rode with a teammate yesterday. We will call him Seth (any resemblance to live or dead persons is a mere coincidence). "Seth" and I met up on Riverparks and headed South. Beautiful weather, slight wind with a little bit of a chill. I have not been on the bike more than 90-100mins in the past two months. Yesterday was a full three hours. I don't know how I managed to be in the saddle that long? I would have cracked at about 90mins in, except. Except the fact that I had good company to share my ride, this transcends the time-space continuum and enters the unexplained "fun zone". Don't question it, it is real and if you have not experienced it you need to find someone like the Good Dr, or a "Seth" to share your ride with.
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