He's ok if he's not the fastest on the block, but that doesn't lead him to treat cycling like an adult kickball league as so many do. Cycling is important. It's ok to train for it. It's ok to want to be faster, because that's actually more fun than sucking completely. At the same time, being fast doesn't make you better than anyone else, and he knows that, too.
Wednesday, January 30, 2008
Half-priced Nacho Night at the Ole Deer Park Tavern. Nachos clearly were not on par with last week's. Now I have to go back next week to find out if this week was a fluke or last week was a fluke.
Monkey and Breyla-la helped me polish these off.
I appreciated their help.
Then I went home to ride the trainer a bit...
I was worried I might disturb the dog's wrestling match...
Comes to find they weren't bothered very much at all by my silly trainer riding....
My buddy Mark t. Shark is doing the polar bear plunge this weekend to help fund raise for my personal favorite charity, the Special Olympics. Aside from Mark and Mrs. Shark feeding my dogs a ton of Philly soft pretzels at the DccoD Prom, he is a really good guy. Please support him,
and Special Olympics. Donate here:
Sunday, January 27, 2008
Of course all in moderation...
Over the holidays I made the observation that now at dinner, I could have 2 or even 3 beers, and get the same sort of buzz, that just one beer would give me in June. This is were I get a little confused. Basically it takes 2x the beer to get the same buzz that one beer would give me before. Does this mean that my body is processing the alcohol more efficiently now, than in June? Neither Diane and really think that's the case.
I get that it takes more alcohol now coming off of drinking season, to get the same buzz I could get on just one beer in June. But why is that? Not that's really super important, just trying to figure out the logic behind it...
you see since I have this lime tree, which produces just the perfect limes, I was thinking about this a bunch lately, I mean I would hate for a lime to go to waste.
Saturday morning, while Peaches and Buddy the keg breaker were busy chasing the boys around fairhill, Diane and I met up with another group for a little kinder gentler ride.
With the help of Breyla la,
And Dennisbike, I was finally able to clean this log stunt, which had kinda been my nemesis the past few weeks. I was super stoked.
Saturday Night was alright for climbing, as we bouldered our hearts out with tons of new problems at PRG...
Then we met up with some fine folks at Four Dogs for some raucous conversation, including detailed instructions on how to do a no handed goat.
I also part took of some super fine fish tacos.
Sunday morning, I got up early and had planned to hit the trails to get a little ride in before our 8:00am Delaware Cyclocross Coalition of Delaware meeting at Jan's house to test Papa Smurf's new waffle batter, and watch the worlds. I balked on the ride, as the bed was so much warmer at 6:30..
I have a pair of xt cranks in the basement I want to set up on this, and then I think I'll be able to get her sub 24... I can't say I'm in love with her yet, but it's been a fun ride for sure...
Friday, January 25, 2008
How long has it been since bands made albums that were good to listen to. I mean really good. Although I’m a huge fan of MP3’s I have to admit the format has all but killed albums. I mean who buys entire albums anymore? Cherry pick the tracks, pick the hits, pick the one’s you like and bag the filler.
Well, this week I have been on a steady diet of U2’s Unforgettable Fire. This 80’s masterpiece is in my opinion their best work, and each song I listen to I go, “wow, I love that song” and the next one comes “wow, that’s even better”… This album was right before U2 really was captured by the public eye and I can remember as a kid thinking, “this is unlike anything I have ever heard before in my life, this is So much better than the crap I have been listening too…” I know punk rockers always kill U2, “they wish they were the clash” just like most Cyclist I know would say Armstrong is an ego maniacal ass. Regardless, I love this record. Armstrong is a limelight loving punk...
heard the sonic youth cover of the carpenter's superstar this week. I think it's on the Juno soundtrack. cool in a creepy kinda way. Leads me to ask the question who's creepier sonic youth or the carpenters.
Diane and I went out to the frozen trails of Middle Run last night. Diane doesn’t have the best night vision, and even with a helmet light that coal miners would be proud to have, she doesn’t do a ton of night riding. This was a treat for me. We picked our way through the trails, riding them like we were kids again. You know, patient and slow up the hills, and ripping the downs…
Something very pure about that for me. Very pure, like Back in 1991, only our bikes weren’t nearly as cool, and our lights were really bad. Still, I find most things get better, more refined with age, and our riding last night was another example of that. So much fun. So much fun.
anyway, Diane and I have halfers today, we're going for a ride...
Monday, January 21, 2008
I'm banking that she needed that 5er way more than I did, and at least I get some good karma out of this deal. Talk about snatching defeat out of the jaws of victory.
Dillsburgh, PA was addition to our ride. I miss having that guy around...
Saturday, January 19, 2008
Wednesday, January 16, 2008
Well frankly, every time travel series I have gotten into never has resolution. For example, I thought T2 was outstanding, and would have been a fantastic wrap up to the series. Our protagonist, Jon Connor had saved the world. But, there's still money to be made folks, so the villain, who in theory should never exist, comes back in time to screw things up again. Altering time lines, parallel universes, the rule that you can never contact yourself or you create a rip in the time/space continuum. UGH! The last thing I need in my life, is my geeky hobby providing me with no resolution.
that being said, I did watch the first two episodes of this, against my better judgement:
she is certainly an interesting character. And I was entertained, so against my own rules of geekness, against my own judgment, I'll be back for episode three.
Last night, I roared into the park. Sub freezing temperatures, snow showers all day, all I could think of was frozen hard packed trails. I dreamed of flowing through the woods, and making motorcycles noises as I accelerate out of all the fast frozen corners.
As I drove down the hill, I could see Todd (ex-pres) driving out of the park. He rolled down his window, I had hoped he was gonna tell me how great the trails are. My hopes were quickly dashed, "It's a swamp out there, still really wet, we need another day of frozen temps, we'll have to try again tomorrow" Ouch, that was a kick in the nuts for sure. All day I plowed through work, with the excited thought of riding in the woods tonight...
so I went home and watched the democratic debate. I'll try again tonight...
Monday, January 14, 2008
Thursday, January 10, 2008
While many of my peers and friends have been able to enjoy the unseasonable warm weather, I have not. Tuesday was a comedy of errors as i took my lights to work to charge them and as I rushed out the door to make the ride, proceeded to leave my helmet and light on my desk.
Wednesday monkey and I went to dinner with Jan. Today, Today I was determined to ride.
I headed out the trail, a quick out and back, that's known for it's meandering and small undulations. I mean this was the trail I cut my teeth on, that I did my first mountain biking on, that hell as a twelve year old I'd ride my ten speed on to get to the convenience store on route 896.
Tonight, I was reminded that I am a crosser learning to mountain bike again. I'd have a section where I start to feel good, leaning in and out of corners, only to run into one of the many quick climbs. "I was way over-geared for that one.." I'd think to myself, "I'll have to do better next time..." "Oops, I did it again, still over-geared... gotta figure this out..." Any semblance of flow for me is a distant memory, but still I plowed, and mashed my way through the trail, that was hard packed and fast. So freaking sweet. I remember doing an 18 minute run down one of these passes. I think that was a world record. Tonight, I can barely make it in 28 minutes.
Really, it doesn't matter, I am not a racer anymore, well at least not really, or at least not this spring, I don't have to be here, I'm here because I love this, because I have been like a rat in a cage waiting to get out and ride, and tonight, regardless of my flailing, I am loving this...
I cross cashio mill road and feel the rain drops begin to come down, one short out and back and it's over, should I call it a night and head to the car, or do I push my luck and go for broke? What would you do?
Yup, me too- Go for broke... I push the last section maybe a little harder than I should, I skip a heart beat as I almost put myself in the Christiana river. I make it to the turn around, the rain is starting to pick up the pace, so do I.... I feel the flow coming, I carve the corner, I know there's a quick up coming soon- "FUCK- I'M IN TOO BIG OF A GEAR!!!" I laugh at myself, "sooner of later I'm gonna have to figure out this shifting thing again..."
I finish up the section, finish up my ride, and mother nature starts to really piss down on me. She let me get my ride in, but no way is she letting me walk out of this one totally dry...
That's all right, love reign o'er me. My soul is nourished, life is good.
couple of finishing thoughts:
hot chicks (?) with total douche bag. you know if you are into the stripper/hooker look.
I took this political quiz. You'd never guess who I was most aligned with. where do you fall?
got a really nice note from these guys today. The kind of message that makes your whole month seem good, and reminds you why you do this stuff. I am glad to apart of that family. And if you read their year end report you know who inspired this blog entry. There are some people I am just super happy to be associated with...
donut ride from my house Saturday, I'll get donuts before the ride...
Monday, January 7, 2008
Sunday morning out for some more miles. Near the end, Buddy and Ethan dropped their hammer. I found it, and it took everything I had to get back to the homestead. Back at the Ranch, we ate left overs from the prom, and had some sweet, sweet waffles...
Heidi was throwing down with peanut butter and Maple syrup, while John rolled with syrup alone..
it was the perfect ending to a very cool weekend, thanks to everyone that came down, hung out and had a beer or five.
we are hoping to not scrape this one off the car on the garage...
Friday, January 4, 2008
The bastard son is a bike that I am coming to like. I can’t say that I think I’ll ever be in love with the bike the way I loved my old bikes, but it has been very fun learning to ride gears again. The switchblade fork certain accentuates the bike, and helps the handling issues, which I am learning to compensate for. The bike reminds me a lot of my first long term girlfriend. A little heavy, with a personality that I don’t really love. I recognize that clearly it’s not the love of my life. But still, she lets me get to third base pretty easily, and damn I can appreciate a girl that can be obnoxious, and a little dirty. Nope, clearly not the love of a lifetime, but for right now, a hell of a lot of fun.
Rode with Todd (ex-prez but number one in your hearts) on Wednesday night. I spent the better part of the last 12 years chasing Todd around our trail systems. In a group ride, Todd goes the front and hurts people. Someone is gonna get dropped. For a long time that someone was me. It’s no secret that in the past couple of years some of the boys and I have enjoyed turning the screws on Todd once in a while. But Thursday was just Todd and I. Riding one on one with Todd is a different game, a lot of smack talk, talk about the world, and really fun. I enjoyed watching Todd’s lines as we picked our way through the leave covered trails of Iron Hill and a small section of Rittenhouse. My legs felt a little empty, they aren’t quite used to riding consistently yet. My brain and soul are loving it, the legs, well they are still warming up a bit. Todd put together a couple of really solid loops at Iron Hill. It was an awesome time.