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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.

Sunday, February 26, 2012

boots and cats

the boys and girls of Twenty20 cycling company helped monk get set up on her ride:
Sweet J dropping science...
Sweet Johnny does an amazing job with fit,and explaining why he is doing what he is doing.  cheers to Sweet J Master BG Fit Tech!

then they dropped this on us:

I can't stop watching, and frankly has changed my life.

Sunday I had a nice ride with some friends. singing boots and cats the entire time...
No Gloves in February... not too shabby...

good group of folks heading out for a ride...

Laurie's IF has it's own gravitational pull...

the normal "this blog isn't writing itself" picture...


Friday, February 24, 2012

This town has had enough riders that are the real deal, that most of us stayed humble. Hell, even when one of us underlings scored a great ride, we could look over and see our friends that we chased around during the week, doing seemingly impossible things. Getting to chase those truly great riders around made all of us better, but it also kept us humble and taught us respect. So now years later, some of us have kids, hell, stopped taking ourselves so seriously, changed priorities, but we still love to ride. We might not have the edge we once did, but we treat each other with respect. These are guys who I might not ride with but two or three times a year now, but I know I can jump on their wheel, and it’s going to be a good wheel. Conversely, I know that even if they haven’t been riding as much as me, I can throw the kitchen sink at them, and they aren’t letting me go anywhere. Really, I feel badly for someone who didn’t have that kind of community to learn to ride in. Without that history, that brotherhood and sisterhood, that respect, you really miss out on a lot. I’m pretty sure without that respect, that community, I would have taken up lawn darts a long time ago.

Wednesday, February 22, 2012

Riding with Benny da Jeweler

trails were superhero good tonight. I felt rad. Benny was keeping me honest all night. Awesome stuff.


Sunday, February 19, 2012

photo blog... (I'm too lazy to do the tumblr thing)

Monkey and I did the world famous Queen B loop this weekend...

cheesy couple photo- we were both pretty bonked at this point in the ride.

this Amish dude was running from a bonfire that we past. Never seen  an Amish dude run.

Bob and daughter joined us at the gym...

the gang was all there...

Buddy  Dennisbike and I rode over to meet up with Todd and Alan. It was amazing to see Todd on a bike again. Talk about fucking inspiring. BTW he was dropping me on the descents...

I've developed a strava addiction... The KOM stuff is nice, but

I really love being able to see how I fared against myself on the same sections of a ride.  Thirteen seconds slower and 10 beats higher out.  Ouchy. If I was racing this year, I'd have some work to do. Of course if I was racing this year,  I'd never publish this stuff. Secret Squirrel Racer Code.
(too lazy to do a tumblr)

Tuesday, February 14, 2012

New Grips

Monk was cutting my hair yesterday and stopped about halfway through. She smiles and says to me, "you know if I stopped cutting your hair right now, you'd have a reverse mullet... Business in the Back, Party in the front."

We both laughed. She finished cutting my hair.

I put new grips on my bike tonight. I have to admit grips or tape on a cross/road bike is a bigger deal for me than would seem. I have this weird manual dexterity thing going on. If I have my choice, I'd go glove-less. However, based on weather and terrain sometimes that's not possible. I've blistered my hands before trying to be a tough guy. Gotten frost bite before too.

I'm not sure I can explain it, it's been that way as long as I can remember. Hell, even when I was still skating, my hardest tricks, biggest gaps, whatever, I had to take my gloves off, even if I never even touched the board with my hands.

In cross races, I often find myself taking off my gloves if I'm not happy with how I'm handling the bike, or if a course seems to require a little better driving or perhaps just a better touch. Heck on a recent road ride, I pulled off my gloves as we rode towards the peppy section...
Makes no sense to me at all, but it is what it is, a bad tape job, or grips with too much padding, and it frankly the bike never corners the way I want... The bike just feels off...

So I got new grips. They feel pretty good, and I feel like this set will work out nicely.


Sunday, February 12, 2012


There are two dogs that live across the street from us: Lola and Chino.

Our oldest dog,  Layla doesn't listen so well, and as such she rarely gets to run around up front too much. She never gets to go across the street.
eyes on the prize.

Layla often lays in the front bedroom of the house and watches over the neighborhood. We've had Layla for almost 8 years. For almost 8 years Layla has watched Lola and Chino across the street. She'll bark at them from time to time, but mostly she just watches them.
watching and waiting...

Today, Layla took a flyer on me. Perhaps inspired by her recent escape thanks to the Shagrin Gas folks, but I digress. Layla took a flyer on me, and ran across the street. For the first time in 8 years she actually met Lola and Chino.
I'm still watching...

She bitched out. Ran over to them and started barking, and jumping on them, nipping their asses. She was giving them a shit sandwich with no cheese. The what for and some... Totally freaking out on them... Lola and Chino were just chilling, and in 10 seconds, Layla was kinda looking around expecting to get her ass kicked, but kinda realizing, the entire exchange was over. She started walking over to me. Lola and Chino stood their post tails wagging as Layla walked over to me.  It was actually hilarious and totally surprising. I guess after 8 years... 

It was like she waited 8 years to run over there and let those dogs know. I can kinda imagine what was going through her head, "8 years you motherfuckers. 8 years you have been sitting over there taunting me, and today, today finally you are going to feel my wrath bitches..."
that's right, who's my bitches.. you are my bitches...

I walked across the street, and escorted her home. As she waited at the garage door she wagged her tail, obviously pleased with herself. She looked happily at me as I let her back in the house." She laid down on the floor sighed a sigh of satisfaction. I guess 8 years was worth the wait...

Needless to say, Layla has done nothing to earn any more out front time...

Been doing some rock climbing again this winter.. PRG is a pretty awesome and amazing place.

Monk working a problem w/ Travis

Rachel coming out of the cave, and refuses to heel hook.

Buddy rests.

Travis works the cave; Blake and I heckle...

Rachel, Blake and Monkey..


No Lola and Chinos were hurt in the making of this blog.

Tuesday, February 7, 2012

went on a bike ride the other day...

it was rad...

Schagrin Gas in Maryland came to the house yesterday to fill the tank. They open the gate in the back yard and filled the tank. They left the gate open. I get home from work and let the dogs out. They take off. I didn't know they took off until Diane came home and saw them gallivanting down the street in the neighbors front yard. Suffice to say we were relieved to round up the boys so quickly, but equally angry at the carelessness off the delivery dude. We live off of a pretty busy road. Our dogs aren't that bright. It could have been really bad. Hug your dog.


Sunday, February 5, 2012

best road ride ever

I think I had the best road ride ever today.

We had pretty amazing group. Everyone close in ability, but spot on in like mindedness about the ride. Dennisbike, Jake, Benny da Jewlar, Kid Chris, a very legal E-town, Sanford, Connair and I.

I hate to use the word synergy, but fuck, the group had synergy. We had flow, we had MOJO.  It was amazing. No one surging, or sitting in and attacking on the hills. No one throwing down a Lance Armstrong Look Back. A mutual level of respect, and work ethic- teammates and friends out riding hard, working together...
damn dirty crossers...

We weren't a paceline, but everyone went to the front.
No attacked the hills, but anger was applied to the pedals...
we were pushing each other, having a hard ride, but all the time, working the group...

The group had amazing flow, and we all worked hard, and I finished up a broken man, but stoked with how awesome the ride was....

damn that was fun...

I'm hoping this ride continues to develops into a nice weekly thing...

that was rad...


Friday, February 3, 2012

monkey is so damn G.

A message flew through the local community about night riding and that there had been some complaints recently. The note followed up saying there may be additional police patrols as a result of the complaints. In our area, the parks are all 8am to dusk. Night riding in the state parks, which are patrolled is a big no no, the county parks are less monitored and so well... Anyway, aside from a group of riders (which I have been on) stumbling upon a county officer enjoying his coffee and donut in a county park lot, or trail head, well again you can see where I'm going...

but I digress.

I get a call from Monk today.

"where do you want to ride tonight?" she says.
"I don't care, what are you thinking? I respond, thinking we were going to ride one of the local county parks.

Monkey continues, "I hear the heat is on. We might want to ride around town tonight, stay out of the woods you know until things cool off a bit."

hmm. I wasn't aware my wife had become Bugsy Malone, but if the heat was on, maybe I should listen to her...

I said, "I'll trust your judgment on this one, an urban ride it will be, don't want to get caught by the heat, I certainty don't want to go to jail in a care bear skin suit."

monkey is so damn g.