Sunday, February 10, 2008

217: shattered.

So I walk out of the bookstore today and see this:

These nice families dressed as girl scout cookies ask me, "Sir, would you like to buy some girl scout cookies?"

the first thing that pops into my shattered brain is, "do I look like someone who needs to buy cookies when I come out of the book store? You calling me portly or something?"

But alas gratefully my filter sort of kicked in, and my bonk took over as I responded, " Giant Girl Scout Cookies, I need to eat you!!!" Diane grabbed my arm and pulled me towards the car as she smiled and said, "he's already eaten his three boxes for the year, thanks..."

everyone laughed.

Holy Crap, I am so shattered. I was totally destroyed today.

I showed up to Fairhill today to meet some of the fellas : Todd (ex-prez), Buddy the Leg Breaker, BL Rich, Blair, Peaches, Jay Jay, Kurtee, K-Man, Alan the cleaner, EPI, and LEO the King. Right out the front door, I knew my legs were suspect from riding the fixed gear and fighting the wind on this ride Saturday:

Jeb and Buddy the keg breaker lead monkey, me, L-Web, Rotten Robert, Amazin' Andrew, and Ted Logic on a rolling fixed gear ride Saturday. (3 fixies in attendance)

the Troops joined us in route on the sweet seven tandem.

Perhaps my heavy legs stemmed frmom one too many of the triple lindy belgiums from here. The MAC prom totally ruled, and unlike Anne Rock, I do drink, and lately I've been drinking a lot. Great to see so many friends from cross season. Such a good time.
it was a cozy affair...
Anne picks up her prize from Mr. Hebe.
afterwards we hit Le Bus for a nice dinner, Jan and Jay-Z are just off film..
Monkey and I both had outstanding jambalaya.

But I digress, right out the front door I knew I was in for trouble. Legs just felt heavy, I tried to just get on good wheels, take smooth lines and stay near the front going into climbs so if I imploded I'd still be in the group.

Yeah, this was a mountain bike ride.

There were a couple of attacks, a broken chain, and lots of fun. Never was I so happy for someone to break a freakin' chain, because it meant I could rest. (thank you Blair) and BLRich your flat could have been 10 minutes later, but I wasn't complaining at all.

Near the end of the ride, I peeled off the group and headed up 5 bridges. I swear I almost sat down on the side of the trail to get my shit toghether for the ride home. I was so wrecked. This is one for the bank for shizzle.

Good ride. I was in way over my head, but it hurt really good. If you know what I mean? Man, I have a lot of work to do. I'm guessing eating a 4th box of girl scout cookies isn't going to help...

And Jebbager, no matter what they say about your hair...

I think it looks great.

respect
faticus

have I mentioned my legs hurt?

Friday, February 8, 2008

216: the death of a disco dancer

or at least a Spot Brand whore...
Last week, the long slow divorce of my former sponsor was kinda finalized. My hope in writing this is really to be cathartic and get all this off my chest. I have no ill will toward the folks at Spot, and at the end of the day can only look back on my time with a smile. My hope is to not come off ungrateful, or bitter, because I’m not, but I feel like I need to get this out. Maybe the blog wasn’t the best place for this.
Who knows?

Sponsorship to me has always been representing sponsors whose goals and idea of cycling are similar to my own. I want to be associated with folks “who play the game right”, in short who get it.

Over the years I have been fortunate to be on some great teams, and in some great situations. My philosophy of sponsorship is to work with them and building relationship versus just hitting them up for free stuff or homie hook up prices, because I'm a snazzy dresser. I always get kinda fed up with attitude that I see some racers, both road and mountain bike, display : “I deserve this” “do you know who I am?” Frankly, we are all beer league softball players, and anything we get is just damn lucky.

I have always taken it as a great responsibility if a bike shop or company thought enough of me to support my riding and racing. I mean, I am just some dude. And before I had a blog, and a pink helmet, I was just some dude know one ever heard of.
Going back to 1991, when I got on my first team, Wooden Wheels, I remember how special I felt. I was privileged and honored to represent that shop. I rode for Wooden Wheels for a good 10 years. To this day we are the only team to win both the MAC CUP (1999, 2000), and the MASS Team Championship (2002).

When I got on Spot Brand, I was so stoked. I had submitted resumes to a few companies looking to take my racing in a different direction. Believe it or not, the some dude who never won an expert race got three pretty fine offers. Talking to the owners of Spot, Jessica and Michael, I felt pretty quickly that this was going to be the team for me. Thus the Spot Brand Whore was born.

I was proud to represent them; I respected their approach to business, what they believed in. Over the next 3 and half years, I built a strong relationship with them. Although we were on opposite coasts, I felt like we got what each of us was looking for...

They were pleased with the attention spot brand was getting from my racing, blog and other activities out east ( an area that wasn’t known as a Spot hot bed.) They’d send me prototypes, and I’d get to test them, and give feedback, I’d show up at a festival and catch up with those guys. When I was racing cross in Portland, they came down to see me race and hang out.

For me it didn't get any better.


Frankly, it was the sponsorship dream of a life time, punk rock couple, building single speed bikes, with a grassroots love of the game. It was never about results, it was about having a good time, about being there, about riding a lot. After two years of a very successful relationship, I made a proposal to expand the team. Michael and Jessica loved the idea and thus the whores were in full force.

True to my philosophy of team building, I picked up a number of riders who I knew and trusted, who "got it" and who I knew would bring good chemistry to the team, and perhaps most importantly who knew how to get along with my silliness. I was stoked to have Paul, Matt, Buddy, Bob, Andrew and Fitzy as my teammates.

About a year later, I got the call.



Jessica called me to let me know that Michael and she were splitting up, and they had decided to sell Spot Brand. I was sad for them, in my mind Michael and Jessica were about the coolest couple in the world, almost mythological to me. Jessica let me know that a good guy had bought the company and he would be contacting us shortly…

I loved Spot, and the opportunity they had provided me, if Jessica said it was good, I would soldier on. I sent a couple of emails to the new owner and weeks went by before I heard anything.

I’ll admit on one hand the wind was pretty much taken out of my sails. On the other hand in the face of two folks I held is super high regard getting a divorce, my little worries didn’t seem like too much. I am after all just some dude on a grassroots team.

I decided that it was my job to try and build a rapport with the new owner. Emails were sent, race reports sent, and weeks would go by with no word. We had a few conversations about what the team was, and what each party’s responsibility was. It was cordial, very professional, but at the end, no relationship.

The new owner expressed to me how he wanted to keep the team, how he realized what a benefit to the company we were, and that when the company was in a better place, he’d get us the jerseys we had agreed upon. When I got on the Fort Cross team he expressed that he didn’t want to lose the team to Fort. I thought that was very nice of him…

At the begining of the 2007 season the new owner sent us a round of t-shirts, which we were all stoked to have. We continued to represent and do what we do: Ride hard, Race our guts out and have fun. We continued to email race reports, and pictures, only now, unlike in the past when we’d get a reply, and acknowlegement, a joke from Michael and Jessica, we'd get only silence.
That was disheartening.

As the year progressed, anytime we needed something, Spot held up their end of the deal, and gave us homie hook up prices. This was appreciated. But there was no relationship.

Then we had two friends who had pretty awful customer service experiences with Spot. I could understand both sides of one issue, even if I wasn’t 100% okay with Spot’s stance, the other issue Spot clearly did not live up to their commitment. On the message boards, the company was taking hits for their service and not standing behind the brand name. Business decisions, I get that. But also I’ll admit I was a little disillusioned.




The past few seasons cross has become more important to me, and frankly is the basket that I now lay all my eggs. With that I did not push Spot for any additional commitment for 2008. My guess is that if one of the whores or I called up Spot, they’d still give us the homie hook up, as they did for Peaches last fall.

Last week Spot Brand re-launched their website, and all reference to the Mighty Spot Brand team, was removed. Much like a marriage without communication, our relationship had withered and as I see it now- ended. On one hand I am very sad by this, my time with Spot was very important to me. I feel guilty because many of my friends followed me from strong local programs to live the Spot dream with me, and now they are kinda high and dry. I feel bad, because for a while we really had something going.

The Spot Brand Whores are no more.

As I said at the outset of this entry, this is really far more cathartic than anything else, and I harbor no ill will to the new owners. I am sad, that what we did for Spot was undervalued by the new owners and that in the end the relationship that we worked so hard to build was allowed to wither and die.






Sponsorship is not an entitlement, or free ride. I never saw it as such. Frankly, I always saw it as a responsibility, and privilege. I think we approached it professionally, and in the end this was a business. Spot Brand was a pretty amazing thing for a number of years for me. It was a great relationship with Michael and Jessica, a couple of folks I loved to represent. I’ll always look back on those times with a smile.

Respect
faticus

Tuesday, February 5, 2008

215: words to live by

When I started racing, my friend "the dude" sent me this email. "the 10 commandments of cycling". I was paging through old training logs the other night, looking to see how behind on hours I am, and how much fatter I am this year, when I stubbled upon it. I thought I'd share...

1. never stand when you can sit, never sit when you can lay down.

2. Travel days are never rest days.



(notice it's dark in two pictures as we are going to a race...)

3. eat before your are hungry, drink before you are thirsty

4. Keep a training log.
be as obsessive compulsive as you can, tracking things like:
ride time
miles you rode
what you ate
who you rode with
when you had sex last
pre morning shit weight
post morning shit weight
effort
how you felt
how good you looked
how much you drank
your body fat %

5. sit ups and stretching everyday

(does sitting up out of bed count? how about stretching for the remote contol)

6. Wear more clothes...
it's totally hip to overdress, all the euro's do it



7. ride rollers
(just don't crash into your dog, or the wall when your roller breaks...)


8. never shave the day of the race.









9. always pack more than you need.

10. when in doubt leave it out.










respect.
faticus


Sunday, February 3, 2008

214: whenever you see fit

So Friday morning the emails were flying around the DCCoD list. This isn't totally unusual, but the choices are usually a mtb ride or a road ride. With Friday's deluge, the choices for road rides were all over the board:

1. Tom (papa smurf's) fixed gear ride from A.I. (does the idea of Tom on a fixed gear scare anyone else ?)

2. Buddy the Keg Breaker's ride out of his house. His house is tucked in a valley, no matter which way you go, it's a leg breaking climb. Loops around his house are just brutal.

3. The White Glove of Saron Ride: let a guy named Steve, who chose to spend all night out hiking in the Adirondacks last weekend, almost freezing the ends of his fingers off. Oh, yeah that will be an easy loop...

4. Jan's tour de Port Deposit. This is the ride description "this is not any easy ride, will hit the hills hard, there are some steep hills on this loop."

Wow. that was a lot of road choices. I admit, I was pretty scared.


K-man commented, "man, we really need to get organized, there's too many rides going all over the place."








Jan replied, "Choices are good, lots of different rides, good paces, something for everyone"
Shortly there after, the German consulate called and Jan's German citizenship was revoked.




Tom (papa Smurf) provided the voice of reason. "We have to post all the rides so Dan DDUB can ride them all."







I laughed out loud.
props to DDub. That's respect.








respect
faticus.

213: Cherry Cola

my snazzy new vest...
It's 7:00 Sunday Morning.
I'm sitting here now listening to the Eagles of Death Metal, and thinking about Valentine's day a bit. The Eagles of Death Metal are so good. Back to Valentine's day, I know it's hallmark holiday and all, but do you want to be the guy that makes a protest on this and does nothing? Talk about dead man walking. That story just doesn't end well. Diane and I always have the debate about Valentine's day. She contends it's a chick holiday, and they don't have to get stuff for the dude. I think that logic is kinda of a jip. I bailed on it once. I stated that I knew it was Valentine's day and I refused to participate. That did not go over well.

Last year we did the special valentine's meal here. It was good. Maybe I'll play it safe and make a reservation... So what's your take? Do you celebrate valentine's day? is it a chick only holiday, or is that just lame.



"so, what do you think Steve? Chick only holiday?"


This is Vince.
I just met him. Nice guy. Rides tough with 2 hours of sleep and a hangover

Steve really is the toughest of all. So gross, and another reason, I'll never go hiking in the winter. yikes.


Saturday night we did a little bouldering.


a little top rope too.

heights still really freak me out...

respect.

faticus.