Bicycle Enthusiast and Professional Caffeine Abuser

Run 'er Up

2010-10-27T18:53:00.003-05:00

Careful Lyle, It's a trap.

photos by Djonny Mac

A hard week

2010-10-24T20:46:00.003-05:00

I've been a bit distracted with the loss of the Jetta on the way home from last week's race. Dealing with the insurance company, talking to the VW dealer and reflecting about how wonderful an airbag is on my daughter's side of the car.

Being down to one car isn't so bad. I rolled the Tanknium out of the hanger and have been riding it to get to work. It's been refreshing with Fall settling in. Coffee in one hand, handlebar in the other, surrounded by darkness and streetlights.

But there is racing to report. DJonny Mac took a good shot of me clearing the log obstacle at Badger Prairie last week.

So far I've been fairly consistent. Last or nearly last at each race. At BP I was feeling solid and was able to keep the others in the race in sight. Still, I was last.

Yesterday at Kletzsch Park in Milwaukee was more of the same but without a flicker of light at the end of the Pain Cave. The run-up was a bitch. I doubt it was ridable without the barrier placed at the bottom since even the few P1,2's who didn't travel to Louisville for the USGP weren't riding it. I had a good lap and a half in the beginning. I was firmly lodged in 5th (of 11) but the second time up the run-up I was done. I decided to use the rest of it as a training day and stayed aerobic and upright.

Today was a different day and a course I know. While most of the races I've done there have been dry and fast, there was a steady rain last night. The course was fairly soupy with a mud that stuck just enough to be like riding on a trainer while making corners like an icy sidewalk. The first lap was fast if you had the ability to see the line and have the power to use it. I was on the tail end of the lead group at half a lap and then the course came out into the park where there was no clear line. Everyone slipped around. Greg disappeared off the front as usually. I wasn't mentally keeping track of who had passed me but I thought I was near the top 5 again. I settled in to a nearly anaerobic rhythm but I had company for a change. I traded positions a few times with him during the laps. I had a hundred meters or so on him with a lap to go but I was gassed. With half a lap to go the front wheel slipped out and he caught up. I tried to find any extra watts but I finished behind him for 8th (of 11). I was well ahead of the guys I usually ride with so I'd have to say I enjoyed the mud.

Like Amanda's friend did earlier.

I didn't look as peppy afterwards.

But I kept it Metal.

RIP Jetta... otherwise a good day.

2010-10-16T20:12:00.003-05:00

Badger 'Cross (aka Furthermore 'cross) went better than expected. Despite riding with less intensity and for less distance than in weeks past I felt like my shit was together. Last week's "on the money" quote went to Mike Curtes with "Dude! You're not going for a coffee! GO!!!" That came with 2 laps to go but it came well under the wire.

This week I rode out to Badger Prairie on Thursday for a 45 minute ride with a QBP employee (Lisa) on her sweet All City, her BF (who works at Trek), and a few other ladies and Neil Swanson's lovely wife (while Neil took care of the kids at the playground, Georgia is an absolute doll). it was a nice 3 hour ride with trail time, but I wondered if it was too little too late.

Today was windy as hell. The BP course is a know quantity no matter the direction and I actually liked the course, even if it was nearly as bumpy as a jackhammer. The one spot where I ruled was the back side run up over the 6x6 railroad ties. Rather than dismounting each time I rode it. Momentum and the correct gearing (not full granny gear) allowed me to gain ground or keep ahead of the few guys around me. I could see the guys ahead of me even if I wasn't banging elbows. Paul Warlovski was just ahead and I thought, even if for a fantastic moment, that I could reel him in. It wasn't to be but I stayed on the nose of my saddle each lap and didn't crash.

...until the drive home. I've dealt with getting cut off on a bike too many times or ways over the years, but today I had Persephone in the car and it was different. Side airbags deployed and there was noise. We're fine, but I definitely didn't like it. I'll continue to ride the bike to work, but I'll need to carpool to Kletch Park for Saturday's race. Really, Sephie's fine, I check every 10 seconds. Oh, and the Axis was hanging upside down from the rack when we came to a stop. I'll check it tomorrow. But Sephie's fine.

buying photos

2010-10-07T22:54:00.002-05:00

I see these guys at the races. They have big money cameras, hat on backwards, blinding flashes on sunny days while I'm trying not to target fixate away from the line. But then there's the Superfans with their iPhones or small pocket cameras taking as good or better shots. But they're yelling at you while ringing a bell or holding a beer at the same time. They post them up on The Facebook or in Flicker and they don't want a dime. I can understand a guy wanting to make a buck, but if that's the case, the shot should have more than just a racer in it. There should be pain, suffering, joy or at least grit in teeth and a drop of sweat visible.

Cyclocross Creativity

2010-10-06T22:02:00.002-05:00

This is a must read... http://slonie.wordpress.com/2010/10/04/cx-comic/

Saturday was 'Cross the Domes in MKE. I raced hard, nearly puked, didn't crash and didn't finish last. Lucky 13th but nearly 11th if I'd gotten off my ass and pinned it. My brain was so addled after the race I forgot my spare wheels in the pit.

This weekend is the Grafton 'Cross . I hope not to suck again.

PM time

2010-09-27T21:27:00.002-05:00

Preventive Maintenance on good tubulars is a bit of a PITA. They both were the darker color before the races this weekend but the rear got a workout on the drive side and the silk is latex free. All 300 threads per inch.
So I got out the necessary tools...
I hope I don't switch fluids tonight or I see a visit to the ER in my future. I wonder if Stan's plugs ulcers?

So I did some racing to wear off that latex on the sidewalls. The circus that is the USGP of Cyclocross was in town. I did the Master's 45+ 1,2,3 both days. I procrastinated the registration until Saturday morning so I was positioned at the back of the field at the start. I'd like to think I would have been closer to the teens or 20's in the results had I registered earlier, but the best I could muster was 43rd (started 58th) on Saturday. I was back a bit further Sunday. Saturday I felt great. I had no problems jumping on it out of the corners and the straights were done too quickly. Another racer commented to me in the pits "what pressure were you running in your tires, 100 psi? I couldn't stay with you on the flats." That definitely made the 49 minutes of suffering worth it. I had a plan after the first lap, stay on the gas on the straights and don't get brave in the technical sections or do something stupid. I stuck to the plan until less than half a lap to go. I'd made a pass after the pit area and had at least 15 yards on him as I headed into the U-turn on the grassy off-camber area. I also had too much speed and leaned over too far so the front tire let go. It seemed like only a moment, but a Superfan yelled "C'MON 58! YOU GOTTA WANT IT!!" I snapped out of it and hopped on the bike. I didn't get back up to the guy I'd just passed, but I finished.

Yesterday saw some course changes resulting in faster laps. More open area for me to feel faster but less recovery time had an effect. I could hear familiar voices, bells and horns all over the course. Hearing a voice I know is like having a hand on my ass giving me a solid push toward the finish. I know I dig that much deeper for the Superfans even if I'm at the back of the field.

The Axis held up and I'm a bit tender from two crashes. My left foot stayed in the pedal when I went down and I think I lightly sprained my left hip. I could hardly move after the race but I'm better today. It's a bit tender climbing off the ladders at work, and I barely feel it riding. I'll take it easy this week with the run-up practice, but The Race at the Domes is on the schedule. I'll be ready.

Full-Tilt Racing

2010-09-26T23:04:00.002-05:00

Enjoy the taste

2010-09-19T11:41:00.003-05:00

Yesterday was the beginning of 'cross season. I had a great time for many reasons. At about 4 am I was awakened by a massive thunderstorm. It wasn't simply raining, it was hailing as well. I smiled and went back to sleep dreaming of getting covered in mud during my race.

Dreams came true. The course had received a good soaking during the night and morning which made it perfect for 'cross. I was surprised at the solid attendance. Chequamegon was the same day so many who might have raced weren't there, but the quality wasn't lacking.

The open area after the start

I took a lap and a half pre-ride and determined my tire pressure was too high. I also determined I need to cough up the cash for some Dugasts. The bike was bug free and I felt good so the only worry I had was how close to the rear would I be?

Me and Cupcake

The field was smaller, 9 of us, but with big Greg there I knew it would be a hard day. He eventually passed me and wasn't satisfied with just one race. He immediately did the race after ours. Once Craig gave us the "go" I was able to get a good start. At the first corner I was 3rd but everyone went wide to the right and I hit the apex to the left side. I was rewarded with a smooth lane of fresh grass instead of 3" of mud. It may have only been for 30' or so but it allowed me to get everyone behind me and let my ego feel great.

After the first corner

I was taking the corners as smooth as I could and was barely anaerobic. The first true climb would have seen me drop to the rear in previous years. Instead I killed it and was a few bike lengths ahead of the next guy. I helps being nearly 40 pounds lighter than last cross season.

Cleaning the second climb

It wasn't until the run-up to the church where I showed a weakness. Apparently I can't lift my knees and run up a hill. I see a lot of running up the sled hill at Olbrich Park in my future this fall. I slipped a couple of places after the run-up but once on the bike I was fine again.

Running the first barricade

I think we did 8 laps in the 45 minutes. I remember Katy catching me with 4 laps to go and letting her get around me on the first climb so she could stay in touch with Andrea Matter's twin sister. I stayed on her wheel for the rest of the lap and we chatted a bit. I passed her with some authority on the first climb a lap later and she asked "did you take a short cut?" Thanks Katy, that made my day. I got back on the pain train for the next lap and after the church run-up I wanted to hurl. I kept what little I had in my stomach down, but I knew I couldn't go much harder. That's the taste of a good 'cross race: the grit of mud mixed with stomach contents.

I gave my camera to Ms Pink and she took most of these great pictures, Thanks Vicki.

'cross season begins in less than 48 hours

2010-09-16T19:48:00.002-05:00

I rolled out the Apex in road mode two weeks ago and have been enjoying it. It's been sharing the wheels and training duty with the Seven and except for breaking a chain west of Madison it has been behaving. The final Tuesday brewery rides are soon, maybe next week, but Wednesdays are still busy. With three 'cross practices to choose from at Lapham Peak, Garner Park and the Garbage Dump I've opted for Garner the last two weeks. It's well attended with easily 30 riders turning laps up, down and around the hill. On the way yesterday I was passing thru UW campus with the Apex on the roof, a fresh haircut and Sir Mix A Lot making the trunk lid thump and the rear view mirror useless. Should there be a law against old white guys blasting old rap?

Dirty Double Cross at Eagle this weekend. Time to hit it.

Better

2010-09-06T11:09:00.005-05:00

Saturday night was the WEMS Pitch Black Single Track at CamRock trails. Last year I brought both the Flyte (2x9) and the Ferrous (SS) and had this experience. This year I brought the Ferrous (1x9) and kept it simple. I arrived in time for a lap in the twilight which was a good thing since the course was significantly changed. I liked it for what that's worth. Half-way through I found myself thinking I should have installed the Reba. I must be getting soft or old, or both. I made it back to Heather's Bar at the start with 20 minutes to spare, but I missed the rider's meeting. I chatted with a few folks and found my way to the start for the Le Man's trot across the bridge to the bikes. With a minute or so to go someone says aloud "wait a minute while I update my Facebook status" which got a laugh from everyone.

3, 2, 1... go and we're off. I hopped on the Ferrous and was roughly 20 riders from the front. After the first climb up to the main Camrock lot for the MTB trail I was behind Justin (12 hr) and Geo (3 hr SS) and felt a bit winded. On the short flat Justin gapped me but I didn't let anyone around me and by the time we ducked back in the single track I was on his wheel. We, that is everyone for 15 headlights to the front or rear, maintained that tempo and it seemed we were content. Geo bobbled a corner and fell but I told him to pick up, relax and we'd be fine. Nobody bitched about getting around the fallen Geo (hey assholes in WORS, take note) and he hopped back on his Ferrous and in a few minutes he'd closed the gap back to where we were. Half-way around the lap was Checkpoint Victor Bravo Charlie. Last year I had paused on each lap and had PBR and a Twinkie on the last lap. This year I was rolling through with a tight group and I wanted to make the most of the pace and the extra lighting so I didn't stop. Besides, I didn't smell the advertised bacon cooking yet. The remainder of the lap was just as fast with no major drama. I rolled in to the Start/Finish village where I had the cooler and star-gazing blanket set and picked up a fresh blanket. I slammed the remaining water from the lap 1 bottle to Libby saying "get going Tim, there's no rest for the wicked." Cool, the superfans are out! So I roll up to the S/F line, say my number and roll out just behind Justin. He's in great shape so he's gone by the time I get across the bridge. Halfway up the climb I see flashes from a professional camera set-up as my suffering is recorded. I think I looked photo-worthy. Alone now and with no extra lighting from others I kept the same tempo as the first lap. That was a mistake. I was over-running my helmet mounted MiNewt and couldn't stay on the trail in the tighter corners. I lost chunks of time picking myself up and by Checkpoint VBC I was ready for a PBR. I paused and finished half of someone's. I rolled away thinking "ride smoothly and make up time. Speed is wasted if you're picking yourself up." So I spun a bit more and stayed within the beam of light. I rolled through the S/F and didn't stop for more water. Libby yelled something motivational... or she may have been mocking me, and I pinned it on the crushed limestone. The 3rd lap I kept the smoothness and didn't crash or over run the lights. I kept saying aloud "smooth and steady" and with a pause at VBC for a full PBR I was feeling good and having fun. I know it was slower but it was less painful and the trees were grateful. I got back to the S/F and saw the clock reading 10:38 so I kept going. I was mistakenly thinking that I was starting a lap before the 3 hr cut-off so it would count like at 24/9. I stopped at Checkpoint VBC for a full PBR and a Twinkie and gave an interview to someone with a blinding light on a video camera. Josh Giffey asks how my race went. I told him I'm on my last lap and it's going well. He replies "it's after 11, this lap won't count" Dammit, I forgot WEMS rules are different. So I say "I guess my race went well, but I get a PBR, a Twinkie and some bacon" ...but the bacon wasn't ready. Oh well. With my race over I finish the single track after VBC and drop off the course at the limestone trail along the river. I motor back along the river to the S/F to confirm that I had finished on the previous lap. Libby, Geo and Paul are all there ready to make fun of me for not being at the rider meeting and not knowing when to stop.

1st lap- 47:08

2nd lap- 54:37

3rd lap- 56:58

total- 2:38:43

I was/am quite satisfied with the night. I rode well enough all night, especially the first lap and had a blast. Looking at the timing for the laps I could have placed as high as 6th (Zach Giffey wouldn't have let me) if I'd have skipped the PBR at VBC. But that wouldn't have been as much fun. I'd rather have my 8th and finish 20 seconds behind 7th... but maybe I'll drink faster next time. That should pick up a couple of minutes.

Fair

2010-09-04T11:01:00.005-05:00

What the hell have I been doing lately? Work, riding bikes, getting bikes rideable. The last Wednesday Night Bike Ride of consequence was this week at the Riley Tavern. It was a fast 30 which found me getting dropped halfway through from the fast group. There was redemption in that for me, considering the ride the day before.

The day before found me in Waukesha at the Gunshow. Ronsta, Matt, Dallas and a couple others aren't packing pea-shooters on this ride.

The roll-out on the bike path was civil enough. There was a stretch where there was a wildlife encounter. Bunnies were hopping across in both directions when a squirrel decided to do what squirrels do. It leapt into Ron's wheel and was kicked back into my left shoe. It then bounced under my bottom bracket and was dragged around to the rear brake where it "paused" for a moment. It dropped in front of Dallas. Next of kin was notified and the ride continued.

We headed west. Once on County D the doors opened to the gunshow. I managed a look at my speedometer a couple of times while glued to the wheel in front of me. Each time it read 34 and my body confirmed that reading by telling me "you're not going to last much longer if this pace continues." It wasn't so much the pace as it was the pace continuing up the rollers. I was done and dropped somewhere between 3 and 4 miles. I rolled down to 26, which has been fast enough for me this summer and tried to keep sight of them. They kept going and going and going and going and going and going ...

I kept rolling along solo once I lost sight of them. Later I found out they turned north while I kept headed west and turned south. Disregard the milage markers on the map, the distance was 40 miles for me. The last half hour was in the dark but I'd paid attention on the way out so I was good.

The only glitch on the way back was a train parked on the bike path. I did what every parent tells you not to do, I put my bike on the other side of the coupling and climbed onto the boxcar and over to the other side. Moments later another cyclist came to the same obstacle. He was a local so he decided to take a different route around the train. I'd have gotten lost if I'd have tried that and I wanted to be back to Ronsta's in time for Mexican food with the group.
For all you folks who're going to Chequamegon this year, this is Libby. She's fast enough to stay on my pokey wheel on the road and make me look bad on the hills. But then that's not a tall order. She'll be doing the Short & Fat again trying to better her 2nd place age group finish. Must be nice to have a preferred start, especially for Chequamegon. Look for her on the really old Fisher with Gripshift. I can't get her to drink the Koolaid so a 29er won't be in her immediate future.

With the temperatures dropping into the 50's in the last couple of days I was motivated to get the Axis cleaned up from the H8ter. The wheels are on the Spare, which is still on loan to Keith, so don't get uppity about it having a road tubular. The bar tape is my prize from the '10 H8ter. I know it don't match the celeste, but why should it?

Tonight is the WEMS Pitchblack Singletrack at Camrock. The Ferrous is ready and the light is charging. Last year the moon was big and bright, I hope the stars are out.

busy, busy, busy

2010-08-29T08:08:00.003-05:00

Work is going well. Being a journeyman is more a mental stress than I thought since I've been entrusted with a brand new apprentice. The break in the weather has taken internal power plant temps from the 100's down into the high 80's. It's like being in an Easy Bake Oven.

Since the 2nd I've done two races with mixed results and feelings. I drove up to Marquette for the Ore to Shore Hard Rock. 48 miles of da UP's best ATV and logging trails with perhaps 2 miles of actual single track. The hills were respected and in the end my undoing. I finished in 3:37 which was 37 minutes off my target time of 3 hours. I think I could easily be at 3 hours, I just need to get my back in shape... and if I could drop down to around 170 by next year that should help as well. I had a good time at the event and seeing the MKE crew was fun as usual. I'll have to check the rules, Since I finished behind Co0o0p I'm his bitch. I'm not sure of the period of time I will serve as his bitch, since Mr Hofmann will be sharing the duties.

Leaving Brian & Gina's End of Season Ride

There was perhaps 150 riders?

The week after O2S saw me attempting to recover. The legs were trashed more than I initially thought. By Sunday's WORS in Suamico I thought I was fit. I felt better at the start of the event and was doing a fair job of keeping Russell's Bad ol' Self in sight. In a section of single track the rider ahead yielded to let me pass and my front tire caught a stump. The result was a classic endo and the complete removal of the tire from the bead of the rim. Stans was everywhere. I tried a CO2 in an attempt to remount it but it was hopeless. Mr Bob Callaway, in typical Single Speed fashion, stopped his race and gave me a tube. I owe that man a couple of beers and a tube. I fixed the flat and was rolling again in the tail end of the Sport wave. I backed off and resigned myself to having a 3 lap training ride. A 17 year old and I rode for a while and he asked if I wanted around. I recalled how well my previous attempt went so I declined. A few corners later his front end washed out in the sand and since I was on his rear wheel I had no where to go but into him and over the bars again. No harm came to either of us so we remounted and I finished the lap. Vicki Pink had PBR hand-ups when I came through so I stopped and had one. I decided I'd had enough riding for the day so I savored the PBR.

Brian, Libby, Betsy & Amy were good company.

The faster riders parked at the 1st of 3 bar stops

Friday night I did a quick 100k after work. The RAF was strafing the Middleton Aerodrome.

Say 'Cheese'

2010-08-02T17:11:00.002-05:00

well, eventually. At least say 'milk.' I was table side entertainment for the ladies.

Sometimes I like riding in Wisco. Like today, I'm rolling along north of town when the flatness changes.

It had been like this for most of the ride. Snakes around this corner...

It was fairly windy today. Sometimes it's hard to convey wind in a still, but this image does a good job. The boat had just flipping over as I looked in that direction. Note the choppy water.

Going through the only Waunakee in the world (thank all that is Holy for that) I paused at Brian & Regina's for water. They've been busy with all the beer caps. Brian is doing Leadville for the first time this year. Good luck Brian.

Why Single Speeds are better

2010-08-02T10:39:00.005-05:00

I think I figured it out. A standard mountain bike has 3 chainrings and 9 gears. Some folks don't put too much thought into how that works out. But what if there's more to it that that? What if the universe has that "Matrix" thing going on? What if that confuses things? I mean, what if when you have a shifter on your handlebar, there's more than a cable connecting it to the derailleur? What if it isn't as simple as "I only use one gear at a time" when you're pedaling?

Let's see if I can figure this out. I'll show my work...

Could it be that involved? Maybe. Maybe that's why chains break. Maybe the links are thinking "this sure is an easy job, I'll just follow this link in front of me all day. Hey, where are we going? Hey link in front of me, where are we going? I don't know, I'll ask the link in front of me." And this goes on around and around until one of the links is asked to have a red pill or a green pill. Or Angie looks at the chain.

Hmmm, 29er wheels vs 26" wheels... Where's my slide rule?

How long will this last?

2010-08-01T23:28:00.005-05:00

Saturday Bombay Ride through New Glarus

yes, there's a computer on the bars now,

the Seven and the Phinney have harness and share the same computer.

Not counting time on the Drunken Prom Date I managed to roll 283 miles in a 7 day period. I didn't ride Friday and the most I did was 73 on Monday and Saturday. Saturday was two rides though.

Today was an easy 30 miles spinning on the little ring. This riding every day is starting to be a habit.

When it comes to riding bikes all day, congratulations to everyone who started 24/9 up in Wausau this weekend. Whether they finished or met goals doesn't matter, 24 hour events are tougher than so many events. Being at the start is half the battle.

I noticed quite a few familiar names and watched their progress via the live timing. Andi & Brenda, Ronsta, Jesse & Mark, Maciej, the Expo boys/men, Danielle, and many others. Great job everyone!

Bad Kitties!

2010-07-28T22:21:00.003-05:00

Having 4 cats in the house lends itself to a certain amount of carnage. Fella, aka Chopper, brings bunnies and other rodents into the living room before he eats them. Mavic has been known to bring in a chipmunk or flying squirrel and release it, alive and terrified in the dining room. She then sits back and watches me try to corral it for a safe release. Merlin has been known to catch smaller rodents, but generally he's good about eating them outside or he leaves them by the steps as an offering. Aries is scared of her own shadow but is fascinated by birds. She won't venture outside without a chaperone and even then only for 10 seconds at a time before bounding back through the open door. She's great entertainment while drinking morning coffee on the front steps. I haven't seen her catch anything yet.

So tonight I got home just before 10. I'd been at the WNBR in Stoughton. I've loaned my Spare to Keith for a bit. He's got a Javelin Tri-specific bike which sucks for the generally hillier training rides. Since it is his only bike he makes do. While he's fairly strong, and makes a mean Dark and Stormy, I felt he might like to try a standard road bike for a bit. After initially setting it up for him, Chris and I rode with him for the 31-ish route. We didn't want to drop him on an unfamiliar bike since it might have a problem or his body might not like it. He did fine and we took some extra time to coach him on a couple of things. He needs to sit in more and recover instead of going off the front until he blows up. He also needs to use the rest of his gears. He gravitates toward either the 53x12 or the 39x25. While I'm a fan of keeping it simple, if you've got the gears back there, you should use a few more of them.

Anyway, I open the door and turn on the dining room light to find Aries on the dining table and Mavic on the floor below. I'm used to the girls having stand-offs and battles, but they weren't looking at each other. I set my bag down and then I hear the sound of wings fluttering next to my head. I turn to see a sparrow doing its best to stay out of reach of the girls. Merlin and Fella are absent. It took me a moment but I gently caught the sparrow. After a close inspection I determined it to be unharmed but terrified. I took a quick picture of it and walked it outside, releasing it. Its talons clung to my finger for a moment, I suspect it was getting its bearings, then it was gone.

I came back inside and the girls were looking at me as if to say "What'd you do that for? We weren't done playing with it yet!" Aries went over to her food bowl and ate her dinner, while Mavic strolled upstairs to the bedroom.

I feel like a parent who has come home from a long weekend, only to find empty beer bottles behind the couch. I don't know who's responsible, but you're all grounded! No canned cat food for tomorrow!

Still, it could have been worse. I could have came home to find what looked like a mid-air collision between birds. I've had that happen more than once.

That'll leave a mark

2010-07-26T20:06:00.004-05:00

I should save this for the end but it was too cool. I was about 33 miles into my 73 mile ride today when I could hear the hum of radial motors over the music in my iPod. I wish I had more clarity provided by a zoom feature, but it's a better still camera and an okay video camera. Try enlarging it a bit and you can catch the glint of canopies or polished metal on the formation. You should be able to see the turning aircraft. There were roughly 16 aircraft in diamond-4 formations.

The rain may have drowned (or drownded as Sephie once said) my plans for racing this past weekend but this week is shaping up better. Well, better if I skip yesterday. I did a early group ride yesterday which, for the most part, went well. There was a brief period of time where I was sliding down the road. That's why there's a 3' passing rule in Wisco for motorists. Maybe the douche-bag thought it was 3" and he felt the need to emphasize his proximity with a blast of the horn. Since I was half-wheeling the two guys in front of me, I wasn't surprised when the rider nearest the car came over and took me out. One other rider fell over trying to come to a stop when he couldn't come out of the pedal, but with no skin loss it won't count as a crash. I squirted it with water, rubbed the road off and rubbed some dirt in it. "Rubbing dirt in it" is the standard course of treatment, according to Dr R B Jobs MD, LM (Minor Distraction, Local Mofo)

Tore the seam on my Muddy Cup bibs dammit!

the lower half without the bandages

Anyway, today found me back in the saddle at mid-day. I looped north toward Lodi where there are some nice rollers and gradual grades. There was also some false advertising.

"STOP AHEAD for beer"

This playful creature ran up the middle of the road for quite a ways. I didn't have the camera set for anything special to deal with the quick Redd Foxx so most of the shots were blurry. I got lucky with this one. He eventually dove into the corn field since I was gaining.

In the file marked "what the hell is that?" you'll find this. About 32 miles from my house, or roughly 100 miles from Lake Michigan, you'll find this US Coast Guard vessel. I know the rains resulted in some high water, but really?

It happens

2010-07-24T21:42:00.004-05:00

After a couple of phone calls to the Milwaukee folks I determined my services weren't needed for the weekend. I decided to stay in Madison and ride locally. Well, maybe locally isn't correct. I went to Stoughton this morning to join in the 9am Bombay ride to Illinois and back. I arrived 10 minutes late to lot with only 4 cars. Since there were no cue sheets I struck out on my own southward. After Edgerton and skirting Janesville I noticed it was a little after 11 so I turned the ship around and took what I thought was a parallel route back. You'll notice My route looks like a figure 8. I was rolling along happily with a tail wind when I noticed an Interstate 90 overpass just ahead. I said "dammit" loudly but saw a guy shoveling water from one side of his driveway to the other via a wheelbarrow. On the other side of the driveway was a pond. I should have snapped a picture but I wanted accurate directions back to Stoughton and I didn't want to rile him. I listened to his instructions and turned around. A the next intersection I ignored his suggestion to keep going west and I turned north. At that point I was roughly 5 miles from my car. Instead I continued further away until I recognized a road which is part of a WNBR route. I followed that back to the car, which resulted in a route roughly 17 miles in length. So instead of a 55 mile ride I did a 67 mile ride. I was fine with the mileage, but it's obvious I don't listen to instructions.

On the way out I saw a Sand Hill Crane or two wading along the road side.

On the way back I passed an alpaca farm. This one has a goat hanging out along the fence. Alpacas and llamas are the coolest farm creatures.
As a reward for not whining when I was headed the wrong way I put French dressing on my salad. Or did that get renamed "Freedom Dressing" at some point? Spicy V-8 to wash it down.

"Noah!"

2010-07-22T22:07:00.002-05:00

The Milwaukee area got 7" of rain in less than an hour this afternoon. I'm thinking the race at Crystal Ridge is cancelled. I'm going to head over that way with some tools if anyone needs help. I encourage others who might have raced to lend a hand too.

Visitors

2010-07-22T08:36:00.004-05:00

No really, I'll get right on that...

No, aliens have not landed. The weather's too bad for that. While the gardens and grass may like the wet, the bottom of Crystal Ridge will not. It's going to take a shit-ton of hair driers, dehumidifiers and extension cords to get the trail in shape by Sunday.

The visitors I'm referring to are His Bad ol' Self and the Sara. They came for the hills of Black Earf since 'Tosa is flatter.

Everyone's all smiles here, but we'd not started up Sutcliffe Hill yet. There were a few hikers in the way but we managed to ride.

Earlier in the day I discovered I'd run out of half and half for my coffee. So I hopped on the Drunken Prom Date and found a coffee shop.

I found the half and half dispenser but it was empty.

Stupor Week result

2010-07-20T12:23:00.005-05:00

This is how I felt after the weekend.

The phrase "the older I get, the faster I was" springs to mind. When the fastest guy I know (locally), Tom Matush, gets in a break and laps the field, I'm not surprised. When there's a guy off the front of his break, and that guy laps the field twice and the break once? I don't care how old I get, I was never that fast.

Here's the very fast mofo making Brewery Hill look flat. He's Dan Martin from Cali.

A variation of the Canadian Cycling logo without the maple leaf.

A bamboo frame with aluminum lugs.

A former Michael Jordan (the #23) Suzuki Rider, Andy something or other. He's a 4 racing for Gear Grinders. His GF and he were hanging out at the beer, water, refreshment stop at the top of the hill.
Here are the hosts of the beer check. I should have wrote their names down, but his Waukesha-sha Hash name is B.M.W., and they had nothing to do with the event. They live about a block further up hill and thought a refreshment tent, which was free to everyone, would be a great idea. It was. I know I stayed the rest of the day because of them.

So, to get back to the race I started. On the 2nd or 3rd (probably 2nd) lap, while mid-pack, I found myself on Matush's wheel at the bottom of the hill. By the top I was done and gapped off the back. I chased for 3 more laps but Mr Fast Mofo had gone off the front and the pace car honked at me to get out of the way. He went by, and shortly after the break went by. When the field caught me I could barely hang on to them for a lap. I was definitely done. So I went for a cool down and changed into street clothes for the remainder of the day.

Yesterday was a better day despite being told I might not work this week again. I went for a 3 hour loop around Sun Prairie, Marshall, Waterloo and Cross Plains. I had a fox run across the road and managed a blurry Big Foot-esque shot with the camera. But then this happened... I was rolling down a hill and saw a baby bunny in the road ahead. I thought I'd get a shot of it playing chicken with me and then natural selection happened.

The hawk went into the trees and had his lunch and I had goose bumps for a bit. Rolling into Waterloo I passed the super-secret test area Trek uses. If I might make a suggestion to John Burke: If you don't want "unauthorized" people finding the trail, don't put up a sign announcing the entrance. I'm just sayin'.

Uncle Fuzzy took this shot of me at Eau Claire last weekend. This is the corner before the spot where I crashed during the pre-ride. I see I'm not using the brakes. Thanks, I almost look fast.

Interweb 1 - Tim 0

2010-07-18T16:06:00.003-05:00

I was trying to figure out if I can burn MP3's to a disc for the VW since I don't have a input for iPods and I got distracted... Here's the progession

Then someone was inspired...

Then there was variant...

Then Hank had .02 to say...

But the Interweb spun that too...

and if you were wondering...

But then I became distracted again...

but I did get in a ride... eventually.

kind of a non-event

2010-07-16T08:46:00.003-05:00

Sitting alone on a couch typing on a blog after having a cup of coffee is a non-event.

Waking up at 7:01 on a weekday with no responsibilities other than feeding cats is a non-event.

Having today be the first official day as an electrician and not an apprentice is kind of a non-event, but should it be? Somehow I expected today to be different. Today I'll do things I've done for years before I ever thought about trying my hand at electrical construction. I'll go for a ride on my bike. I'll pack the car for a weekend race. I'll mow the lawn. I'll wonder if there's something I should be doing, but can't think of it. I won't be buying a round at a tavern for the guys after work. I feel awkward, like I'm missing something. No, there's no kettle of water left on the stove.

Enough of that.

Yesterday I made a house call to trouble shoot an acquaintance's light switch. He claimed the switch by the door turned the lights over the vanity on and the switch by the vanity turned them off. That's a 3-way switch. Okay, but the door switch wasn't doing anything but the vanity side switch still functioned. The only other things in the room are a switch for the bathroom fan and a switch for a fan-driven heater, both contained in a ceiling unit with a light cover. Both fans worked but the light wouldn't come on as the bulb was burned out. I looked at the wiring and the switches and everything looked correct, but they didn't seem to be wired for a 3-way. I said "I'm not calling you crazy, but are you sure this switch turned on the vanity light?" He insisted it did. My tester told me otherwise, but I trusted him. To ease my mind I asked him for a new bulb for the overhead fixture. I installed it and turned both fans on, but the bulb didn't go on. So I reached over to the switch by the door and it did exactly as I thought it would. It turned on the overhead light. Definitely a non-event. That'll be a 6-pack of Satisfaction Jacksin please.

This weekend I'm going out on a limb. The Fastest Bike I Own, the Davis Phinney, is nearly ready to be raced in anger. I spend the other day gluing tubulars and checking every bolt and bearing. I've spent the week paying attention to how I trained. Trying to get the most from my time on the road so I can hopefully be strong enough to survive a real race. At 12:40 CST I'll be starting my first "Superweek" race since 1995. Crap, that's a long time. I could do the Cat 3's but I think the Master's 35+ 1,2,3's will be slightly more sane even if it is faster. I'm betting on it being faster. The course description says there's a hill on the back side. I hope it isn't any steeper or longer than the State Street hill. I'll find out tomorrow.

It should be a non-event. Unless I don't get lapped and I finish with the field. Lord help me if I do any better than that.

Tuesday Jump Start

2010-07-13T15:50:00.000-05:00

Lately

2010-07-12T13:40:00.003-05:00

I've been busy riding my bike lately. Since the WEMS at John Muir I've done quite a bit of hills. I did the last Tuesday Night Criteriums at Research Park. In the B race I was a dick and chased down the breaks for the full 30 minutes. I didn't contest the sprint so I would have something for the A race. I sat in the field for as long as I could. That turned out to be 20 minutes of the 55 minutes. I took a lap to try to recover and jumped back in and lasted another 5 minutes or so. The pace was considerably harder than the B race even if it was steady. Then there was Mt Morris. I was fully prepared to get spanked until my ass was bloody. I wasn't disappointed. I don't know how or why the officials listed me as a finisher of the Cat 1 XC (58th overall and 15th age) as I'm pretty sure I didn't do all 4 laps. The Don had too much on his hands and by the time I looked at the results they were final as far as he was concerned. TmonT suggested to me later that I "should train a bit more and earn that result." I've taken that to heart, thanks Tim. The Super-D was fun even if I was on a rigid. The Short Track was less fun only because it was 100% for the duration of nearly 3 laps before I was mercifully pulled. After Mt Morris I stopped taking days off the bike. The minimum I've ridden is an hour this last Friday running errands, but largely I've had 2-4 hours of saddle time a day. All of it has been road milage and with significant hills. No flat days if I can help it.
This weekend was the Eau Claire WORS event usually held on the 4th of July weekend. I've generally had a good time there. I think it was last year, but it might have been the year before that I broke a brake lever and DNF'd. This year the trail had several changes. New sections of trail were added and they installed large patio pavers on a few spots to cut down on trail erosion. One in the corkscrew section caught me off guard when I was on the wrong line going too fast. I went off the trail and got scraped up a bit. Nothing major, but my chin looks like I cut myself shaving.

Angie had a great race. She'd bought a slightly used Superfly earlier in the week and after one ride at the northern Kettles had decided the big 29er wheels were the right tool for the job. After me, Mark Burkholz and Mike Curtes gave the bike our blessing and fiddled with her set-up she raced it. Her two lap (15 mile) race had nice conditions (overcast and 70's) but I had water for her hand-up anyway. After the start I scurried over to the rock-drop which was the only area of the course she was worried about... crashing and scratching her new bike. Patty Kaufmann and everyone else had suggested she run it since crashing would cost more time than running. She ran it both laps and everything else worked out fine. She spanked the field and not only won her age group, but the overall by nearly 3 minutes.

Then it was my turn to race. I started out better than I thought I might. For the first lap I was at the end of the field and didn't start getting passed by other waves until 3/4 of the lap. My wave was the first wave behind the Elites so I looked forward to seeing everyone. On the second lap I settled in with a rider from Minnesota and we held a pace high enough for me to be uncomfortable but still hold a minor conversation. We started catching a few riders and even some of the Elite women. The weather improved (or worsened) as the sun came out and the temps increased. I was worried about getting lapped by the Elite men so I didn't relent in the single track and gave everything I had on the open areas. In the end of the 3rd lap only two Elite men passed me before I finished. I had thought before the race that I'd be happy if a few things happened for me.

I didn't crash at the rock drop
I could finish mid-field in my age group
I didn't get lapped by the Elite men
I didn't give up

I was so close to getting 100% of my goals. I hit points 1 &4 but I missed 3. Point 2 was better than previous events in that I was 11th of 13 and 21 minutes behind, but I still have progress to make.

Not the worst start I've had, but close.
Coming into the "Mr Hyde" rock garden near the end of the lap.
And my chain falls off...

Riding through the discomfort

2010-06-20T17:29:00.003-05:00

Yesterday bordered on painful. Actually, just south of the border, which is a region known as discomfort. I packed up my multispeed mule currently set up as a 1x9, a cooler of 4 water bottles (for a 3 lap race) and headed to the John Muir WEMS event. Before the start I was distracted by a grill with a few charred hot dogs. So I took one and immediately inserted it in the end of Bubba's handlebar. I thought it might delay him long enough for me to get ahead of him. Russell was in a playful mood at the start. As the announcer counted down to the start in 30 second increments, when there was roughly 15 seconds left Russell shouted "GO!!" and the forward most line of racers took brief lunge forward before they realized it wasn't the same voice. This moment of confusion was broken by the actual announcement of "GO!" We were already off to a good start. My target lap time was 1:15 based on what the announcer indicated was a solid average lap time. The fastest lap time at that point was roughly an hour for the roughly 11.5 miles. Later it would be 52 minutes set by Nathan Guerra (un-friggen believably fast) who would win the 3 lap affair by nearly 20 minutes over 2nd place. I mounted and rolled out reasonably efficiently and was in a line of riders for the better part of the first lap. It didn't feel too fast but at 1:12:12 I was 2 or 3 minutes up on Bubba and Russell. I pitted at my cooler, grabbed more water and headed out. The second lap was the hardest. I wanted to stay in a rhythm but was finding that difficult. A minor crash half-way thought the lap when my front wheel washed out in a corner gave me pause, but I remounted and settled in as best I could. At the end of the second lap I thought I was done. I was tired, thirsty and ached a bit. At 2:31 I was still ahead of Russell and Bubba and on a tidy average lap time, but I wanted to quit. Marcin was there for Maciej (who would win the 6 hour) but he came over to ask how I was doing. I suggested I was done, but he asked the best question "why?" The only answer I could fabricate was "I need another water bottle for the last lap." Half a second later Marcin had a cold bottle of fluid in my hand as Bubba rolled in and almost as quickly rolled out. Then Russell rolled in. Peer pressure kicked in and I put my foot on the pedals. I took my time catching Bubba. I didn't know it but Russell was doing the same to me. A couple of miles down the trail I caught Bubba and on the next climb Russell was rubbing his front tire on my rear tire. We agreed we weren't racing anymore and we would stick together to the end. Bubba and I were on the ragged edge, although for me, Bubba's pace was a recovery pace for me. Similarly the same could be said for Russell. Russell shared his licorice with me, which didn't sit well, but it was the thought that counted. On the second figure 8 on the course I was descending behind Russell and I hit a rock hard enough with the rear tire to cause a pinch-flat. It leaked slowly enough we were a fair way down the trail before I was riding on the rim. I told Russell I needed to stop and change tubes, so he said "see you at the end" and they kept going. I stopped, changed the tube, hopped back on the bike and pinned it. I was possibly 3 miles from the finish and I thought I might be able to catch back up since they didn't seem to be going very hard. I caught a few other riders who had passed me as I changed the tube, but Bubba and Russell were nowhere in sight. As I came down the final straight Marcin was there cheering so I gave him a good showing of my effort. Later I would look at my last lap split and was pleased with the 1:31 lap. Close to 4 minutes of that was occupied by my desire to quit, 5 minutes (maybe less) was the flat tire repair and add a couple of minutes to the gentlemanly pace of our trio. So it wasn't much slower than my second lap. I can definitely live with that. So ~35 miles of fairly punishing singletrack at a respectable pace. This morning I was tired from my neck to my toenails. It was the tired, dull ache I get from a good effort. Not the pain I get from not being in shape. I'm definitely getting closer to a respectable race form.

What to do?

2010-06-19T09:33:00.004-05:00

Thursday I saw a family of bison by the watering hole.

On my way back that night I saw this. He was adjusting his front deraileur. It was his dad's college bike, complete with tubulars which rolled off in the first corner out the driveway. Now it has clinchers. Full Sugino and Suntour equipped.

It's been a busy week of riding. 100k on Tueday, 35 on Wednesday, 33 on Thursday and a much needed day off yesterday. I picked up my Muddy Cup kit yesterday. It looks great. The Mt Borah Pro Fit is different from the non-Pro Fit I tried on at Willy Bike a few weeks ago, it's a half size smaller. The bibs are fine, the full zip jersey rocks, but it fits perfectly on me. Which is to say I need to drop another 10 pounds to have it fit right. With the highly accurate scale in the basement showing 13.9 stone, I've made progress since February's 15.7 stone.

The benefit to starting group rides late is not having to look at a cue sheet. Simply follow the other riders until there's a split in the route. Here's the base of the Far View Road climb. 1.5 miles later there's a view at the top, well, you can see quite far.
This weekend is option packed.

Saturday:

-Horribly Hilly Hundred's (Liz is doing the 100k.)

-World Naked Bike Ride (Everyone is lucky I'm not 20# lighter or this would be an option)

-WEMS at John Muir (I'll most likely do the 3 lap race aka the 3 hr. I need a front deraileur)

-Tour of America's Dairyland in Grafton (Master's 1,2,3 at 4:10 for 70 minutes. yippie)

Sunday

-ToAD in Appleton (the same Master's race. I know this course, it was a stage of the Milk Races back in the '70's. I did it in '78 and '79. Flat-ish and fast.)

There's also the sedentary option which involves consuming a 6-pack of Satisfaction Jackson.

Friday Jump-start

2010-06-17T22:20:00.001-05:00

Old Skool

2010-06-15T22:30:00.006-05:00

Yup, that's an old school.
Today I waited until the rains passed and hopped on the bike around 6. I was going to do a couple of hours, but I got carried away.

Even with rain and fresh pea gravel I was in a good mood.

Bonus points if you can name this former Louis Rich rider. Coming back into Madison we intersected at Timber and Old Sauk and rode in together. He's off to Durango the weekend with the family for a vacation.

There was cute wildlife. I saw a mouse run across the road out by Paoli. I didn't get the camera up in time, but I did see a sombrero.
The Seven has been getting all the icky road time. I should give it bath, but I don't want the chain to break.
There were plenty of domesticated animals to be seen. This Highland steer had an itch on his chin which only barbed wire could satisfy. I like the old wagons parked by the barn.

The roads were shiny all evening. This is west of Paoli.

I saw yet another bear in Dane county.

Does anyone else find this sign suggestive?

It was 9:30 by the time I hit the driveway. Here's the view of Lake Monona.

That Stinks!

2010-06-12T16:43:00.003-05:00

These two had 3 siblings just down the road. They weren't much bigger than a can of beer sitting just up the road. This was on the steeper part of Garfoot on the Thursday night Bombay ride.

Today's ride was solo south of Verona via Paoli. I guess the livestock have World Cup fever too.

Matt is recovering from having his bikes stolen. His homeowner insurance will be covering replacement value so once he's settled in Tacoma he'll begin shopping for new rides. I had mentioned BikesDirect.com had some potential. If they don't have a whole bike to his liking, he could pick up a parts donor for a nicer frame. Thursday night Gaylord (an original Yellow Jersey Co-op member) showed up on his just out of the box Motobecane from BD. He put a new Brooks on it rode it that night. Not bad for $1500 and a $200 saddle.

Brian happy to be drafting. He's been a bit pokey after a hard weekend of riding over Memorial Day. I think he did nearly 250 miles over the three days and I don't think he's recovered. He was markedly slower up the hills.
Sleeve-ectomy on the T6 jersey on the road out of Cross Plains.

Today's ride took me through town where I ran into Kris Noreen. I worked with Kris back in the Willy Bike days. He was on a fixie Matt would adore. Mavic track hubs, Superbe Pro track cranks and a Record pillar on a classic De Bernardi. He's opening a catering company in the old Cafe Montmartre. I told him about Matt's loss and he'll be spreading the word. Matt may be getting a check from the insurance company, but we'll do our best to bust the tool who stole the bikes. He talks with his hands a lot.

Hangin's too good for 'em

2010-06-08T20:29:00.007-05:00

My next door neighbor had his bikes stolen last night. He's leaving for Seattle, more or less permanently, this Friday. Here's his CL ad... http://madison.craigslist.org/bik/1781019892.html
Saturday I installed an Octalink Dura Ace crankset for him on the C'dale so there's a VAR lockring tool mark fresh on the bb shell. Otherwise it had older Look Carbon pedals, Ultegra drive train, 105 brakes (blue anodized) and Mavic 501 hubs with 6 speed freewheel on Open 4CD rims. The stem was a pos aluminum but the top had concrete impressions/scratches from a previous owner sitting upside down on the sidewalk too much. The Fuji had Campy high flanges and basic rims. The Condor saddle is on MY Nuovo Record pillar which I gave to him as a gift. The remainder of the parts are solid Campy copys. The pecker head who stole it this morning had some balls to open his garage. Feel free to levy street justice or call me at 608-338-9730 and I'll help, or at the very least definitively ID them since Matt is moving away. I've worked on both of these bike and helped Matt learn to take care of them, so I know them. Seriously, call me if you have a potential recovery. If they are recovered I can have them delivered to him this summer. Thanks Feel free to impose street justice.

Stump Farm Goodness

2010-06-07T16:45:00.005-05:00

Or the title could be "Mr Fixit vs the Multi-speed Drive Train" or it could be "Don't let Angie talk about your chain if you want to be problem free."

As everyone was getting ready to stage for the 6 hour Angie mentioned my chain. Last summer at Co0o0p Camp she had derided me for having a ghastly drive train on the Ferrous. (See this year's version from 1 ride this season posted below) Feeling the power of her near-nagging I succumbed and cleaned it.

At the start I managed to be in the first 10 out of the bog. I wasn't in a hurry, I just was running. I hopped on the Flyte and was smoothly rolling at the pace of a pair in front of me. As we entered the first decent section of single track (all the sections of single track at the Stump Farm are decent) I remembered I had a plurality of gears.

The Flyte had more than just Angie going against it. As I made a turn and the grade slightly rose I gave the shifter a twist and it made a noise, I had it slightly cross-geared and stood on it. *POP* It wasn't particularly loud or painful, it was certainly annoying and embarrassing as I stood there watching lots of folks I know pass by with their pedals providing propulsion. I may have been a mile or two into the course, but I had to think about where on the course I was. Russell passed and I thought/asked aloud "the shortest way back is this way" and he confirmed it.

So off I ran with my bike. Hey, it just occurred to me that's two WEMS events in a row where the Flyte has been reduced to Fred Flintstone propulsion or running. At least it was daylight this time.

I made it back to the car where I had a spare chain with my tools. It took a moment and I was back on the trail. I pinned it and with the extra scrambling I managed a 1:05 first lap.

Russell was not having issues of any kind. He lapped me in the middle of my 4th lap.
Bubba was there on a new bike. He was issue free as well.

Here's was Angie's back side as she put the smack-down on me. After jinxing my chain she railed the trails.

Here's my sorry ass. I think this was at the end of my 2nd lap. I put together two good laps (45 minutes each, give or take a minute) and the bike behaved.

On the 4th lap a few of things began to happen. I was starting to have Trail Alzhiemer's, a burning pressure above my left cleat and I was generally getting tired. I wasn't bonking, I had been pausing for fresh bottles every lap with lytes and I had eaten a bit before the race. I was simply tired. My arms were getting tired too. The Flyte was having issues as well, but I could clip out my right foot and nudge the chain down to the granny gear when I needed to noodle up a hill. After the race I had a look and it seems I need a new deraileur.

The old Suntour top pull simple wasn't up to the task.
I pulled myself out at the end of my 4th lap. That should be good for 40 miles if you include the first section I rode twice on the first lap and the running. I think I did my 4th lap in 53 minutes. Afterwards Patti was nice enough to run to Subway for me and come back with a sub. She rocked the 6 hour and won (I think), but she gets good karma points for running into town. I hung out and had a beer with these chuckleheads before packing up and heading home.

The rains started just before I rolled. Despite minor problems I had a good day at a great trail with friends.

Plus there was a World Champion spotted.

Oh yeah, Angie, I'm not cleaning the Ferrous' drive train until the end of August.

Beer Run

2010-06-05T08:30:00.003-05:00

Last night I met a friend for a beer (2) before heading home. I knew I needed more beer at home so I stopped at Star Liquor for some 1554 & Hopalicous. Upon exiting I nearly tripped over this safely locked steed.

Mostly equipped with a Nuovo Record it's a bargain Cinelli in SLX from the late '80's. I love the saddle, hate the bars. I waited nearly 5 minutes while before the owner came out with his beer. Leif, a late 20's crunchy granola-type, was eager to brag about his Cinelli. He knew what he has and appreciates not just what it is, but how it rides.

For being better than 20 years old it was in great shape. I'm glad it's not hanging in a garage somewhere going unused.

Going Postal

2010-06-04T10:42:00.004-05:00

Not this but this. After having a generally good time at Wausau I've been able to get some quality riding time. Tuesday's Crit, which wasn't originally planned, was a no-go. Instead I did a hard half hour TT on the flats east of town. I give Oliver (see below) credit for that. The other weekend he was railing round the neighborhood on his Mongoose with his dad's fixie TT bars. They're his now and the intensity on his face removes all doubt as to his intentions. I felt the need to channel that focus. Since he's leaving in a week I'd better get it done ASAP. Yeah, in neighborhood news the best neighbors in the world have sold their house (in record time, for the asking price too) and are moving west to Tacoma, Wa. Matt is transferring within his company (a computer company everyone has heard of...no, the good one) Tracy is expecting their 3rd child (a girl) in the next month or so. She'll have her hands full with the trio of children, but her family is in Tacoma so that will be great for them all.

Wednesday I went over to Cross Plains for the WNBR. The route for the evening was part of the Horribly Hilly Hundred, well, most WNBR in that part of the county are part of the HHH. It can't be avoided. A look at the radar before leaving the 'hood didn't suggest rain. The clouds on the horizon suggested otherwise.
After a 45 minute downpour the skies cleared and the riders who stuck around were rewarded. The "fast group" was the three of us, Big Mike and Aussie Craig and me.

Mike has motor on the flats and was holding a solid tempo that he and I could slightly gap Craig with. Craig stuck it to us on the climbing. I was able to stay within a length or 5 on most of the climbs except for a mile uphill on J before 78.

Jake (seen mugging below) showed up without his bike but drove the course in his car. He pulled up next to Craig and me on the climb and heckled. Craig and I had a testosterone fueled back and forth as a result but it didn't last long as I popped about a minute later. (insert innuendo there)
The three of us regrouped at the top of each climb and made sure there was a draft to be had. That's not the normal behavior for the "fast group" on the WNBR. Upon returning to the start there was a respectable number of hearty riders who didn't fear wet roads. Malt recovery beverages were had by all before repairing to Coach's in Cross Plains for good burgers. Bianca took matching kit to a new level. She matched her beer at least in colors, I can't comment about the name on the bottle.

Last night was the Thursday Bombay ride in Sun Prairie. It isn't as aggressive as WNBR and the rides can be a bit boring, but it's still a ~30 mile ride with folks I know. Brian (from a few weeks ago in Oregon) was there with his new Cervelo (warranty frame break) so we let the ~20 others get a head start so we could hammer without looking at the cue sheet or map. We worked well together and eventually caught the first group with about 4 miles left in the ride. Afterwards the group went to the Atlantis Taverna in downtown Sun Prairie. I'd had their gyro's last summer when I was working at the SPHS remodel so I was eager to go. I didn't overeat and I kept the beer intake to one. No sense digging a hole after a good workout.

Today I'll get the bikes ready for the WEMS at the Stump Farm and go for a spin. I'm planning to do the 50 miler. Should be a good day of great trails and good people. See you there?

Wausau Road Race

2010-05-31T22:33:00.003-05:00

Despite having some decent miles in my legs I was pessimistic about being in race shape. I would later find out, upon looking at the results, that my pessimism was well founded. I had to choose between Open Single Speed and Comp 45-49. I based my choice on this: I'd rather get my ass kicked by guys my own age than guys half my age, plus Russell would be there somewhere. At the start I was able to hang on to the wheel of the last of the group as we entered the tree line after the first 400 meters. But the wide open cross country ski trail lasted for a considerable stretch. I was spun out (32x18) so there wasn't much to do but make the best of the day. I stayed in touch with a 40-45 rider for most of the first lap. I'd catch him in the little bit of single track there was, and he even offered to let me get around at one point. But I told him I lacked the motor to stay in front so he was fine where he was. On the second lap I caught a pair of single speeders. 910 was definitely having a bad day standing there as I went by. 904 was geared too tall for the climbing as I was able to get by before the open fire road on the back of the course. Even in my sorry state of conditioning I was able to drop him before the water stop. Shortly after that I was passed by the train that was Matter, Marco, Braun & Peariso. The last lap was spent communicating with the faster Elite traffic as they passed me unimpaired. The bike behaved, the gearing was right given my conditioning and many thanks to the super fans who called my full name on the straight. Thanks to Jon for the water in the rock garden.

Now for the race that mattered most: Sephie's

Her girlfriend Julia spent the weekend and Sephie wanted to show off her talents at the WORS event. I'll cut to the chase: She nailed it. She was 1st in her age group and 2nd of all the girls. She'd have been 7th in the boys field by less than 4 minutes back.

For her achievements she got hardware and threw her hands in the air.

She's checking out the older girls.

Game face in place.

A pre-race hug and smile for dad.

Spun out in the middle ring at the line.

Eyes on the line.

I need to re-fit her to the bike. I raised the saddle nearly 2 inches last weekend.

All the wide open trails, dog sitting Coop (not to be confused with Co0o0op) and running around with Julia took a toll. After a Culver's stop the back seat became quite.

A word about the course at Wausau. That word is SUCK. In the 5 years I've done various rides and races there. Never before has every boring, uninspiring, unchallenging, tedious section of trail been strung together for one lap. Whoever did that is an asshole. On the up-side, it has to be a better lap next year, it can't get worse.

The Bone Ride

2010-05-22T09:12:00.007-05:00

Tuesday I skipped the Training Crit and headed over to 'Tosa. Before leaving I picked up a set of Demo wheels from the East Side TBS. Cupcake's observation was right on the money "I'm surprised the Serotta didn't spontaneously combust with all that carbon attached to it." Sure looks purdy though.
I drove over to 'Tosa in time to join Liz, Candy and some of the other Team Extreme folks for a conversational 2 hour roll westward. Later Liz and I went to Maxie's Southern Comfort where I had a good beer, collards, wings and other mouthwatering examples of deep fried food. Perfect diet preparation for a 158 mile road ride.
The morning of the Bone Liz and I checked in on Bubba's offspring at Alterra for a cup of good joe. Mr Schuler asked me to lend a hand before the ride so I had to improvise to carry the pump to the street.

The beauty of the Bone Ride became obvious very quickly. While talking to Mr Schuler he asked where I called home. After answering he wanted to know if I had brought Joel with me. I hadn't heard Joel's name or seen Joel since my last serious road season in 1995... and then there he was. 15 years have been kinder to Joel than to me.

Joel
Liz brought her iced coffee and took some pictures. She was heading out of town to see family so the Bone Ride wasn't an option. I think she's too smart to ride all day. Regina looked perky, but it was 107 miles early for her.

Me & Mr Jobs. He worked his way up to the front groups early so I didn't see much of him on the road.

After the group picture we mounted and rolled out.
Rolling out in 'Tosa.

It was impressive seeing 2 or 3 abreast further than line of sight would allow.

As we rolled out Mr Schuler divided us into manageable groups to allow motorists a chance to get around us. This was some of my group as we hit Brookfield.

While the groups were able to roll through some lights we did actually stop at some red signals.

The backsides of my group early on.

As we neared Johnson Creek the groups were feeling their oats and started to come back together. Here's our group catching two others, I'm not sure if there was another group or two around the bend.

After a pull at the front I took a look astern.

As we rolled into Lake Mills many of us were out of fluids. We stopped at one of the vans escorting us and refilled. We had the option to hop in and get dropped off at our group or motorpace back up. A dozen or so of us got in the draft and shortly it was just the three of us. We did catch Patty (Planet Bike) and she joined us on the tow up. It was work despite the draft and perhaps not the smartest thing for me to do if I wanted to finish the whole 158.

We rejoined a group and there were familiar faces. Here's Ronsta rocking the single speed. He joined the ride at his place. He took some great pictures.
After a lunch down town we rolled eastward. The barricade at Olbrich Park stretched us out for quite a distance.

Our groups reformed and everyone settled in.

The inside of my thighs began to cramp around 120 miles. I tried to suck it up but at ~130 miles the cramps would not allow movement. I was done. I slid into a sag van next to the Don whose day ended before mine. Russell was on hand to deride me at Mr Schuler's and invite me for further ridicule at his patio. I cleaned up and joined in the fun at his place.
I should go for a ride today. 80's and clear skies are forecast. Or I could spend the day cleaning the garage and basement.

Miserable time on the bike this week

2010-05-14T18:13:00.002-05:00

Friday's crap hasn't yet cleared. It's been cold (40's), windy and wet most of the week. Still, I've been out on the bike, head down, grinding away. Tuesday's training crit was in the rain. I stayed in the reduced field until 2 laps to go and I finished 300- 400 meters behind. I felt okay, but the smaller field kept the pace lower as did the rain. Wednesday was the WNBR in Oregon. The first mile or so was straight up hill though Bergamont Country Club. I showed up in time to miss the fast group but rode with Brian on his recently warrantied (new frame) Cervelo. He was killing it and my legs were wooden until 8 miles or so. About that time the sprinkles started and the lightning strikes got close enough to bump the heart rate up a few beats. Last night was better. The winds were there but the rains left. It was 65-ish at home but by the time Liz and I got to Belleville it was 'crisp'. We did the long loop together and had a nice dinner at the Great Dane. Today, after a short but hard day at work, we rolled over to Java Cat for caffeine and sticky buns. I won't be doing the Rhinelander WORS this weekend, but I will get in more saddle time. With the extra time spent at work this week I have a full day of comp-time to spend. SO I'll be taking Wednesday off and going to Milwaukee for the Bone Ride. It will be a 158 mile round trip from Milwaukee back to Madison (the route passes 2 blocks from my house) and back to Milwaukee. With the solo long rides I've done this year I'm optimistic about my legs staying in the game, I just have to hope I get in with a good group when the 150 or so divide up for the trip.

Excitement and minimal crashes

2010-05-09T10:27:00.006-05:00

Steve Knurr took many excellent shots during the weekend. Somehow I looked like I knew what I was doing.

Keeping it Metal.

These two Irish super-fans are the reason why Murphy Kate should have chosen MIT. Oddly enough they were sober.

Possibly the best use of a Madison bus shelter ever.

Lees-McRae superfans.

Jen from Notre Dame rocked it in the Women's Race and came away smiling.

Mesa State showed everyone how to put a man on the top of the podium. In the final laps of the Division 2 Crit they drove the tempo and launched the winning sprint.

He made it look so easy at the line.
Some superfans weren't happy with the cold temps.

But she still cheered for the team.

Ft Lewis College gave everyone the bird.

Division 1 Men's leaders.

Rocking the final corner.

Wet as hell but worth it

2010-05-08T13:13:00.004-05:00

I took the day off from work to volunteer at Collegiate Road Nationals. I saw the notice on the WCA site looking for Moto Marshals so I stepped up with the SV. It was fun despite the driving rain and cold. With my hands full of bike and responsibilities for the welfare of the riders I didn't take too many pictures but I did get a few...

Jen from Murphy Kate Montee's back-up college
Men's RR 3rd placeMy view for most of the Men's RR. #69 (yellow shorts) finished 4th.

More Men's RR. Shimano ran out of wheels at one point of the race due to flats.
Women's Div 1 RR.

I'm off to watch the Criterium Championships at the square. It's hailing as I type this. Should be a crash-fest! Here's hoping.

Windy as hell

2010-04-30T16:42:00.005-05:00

I took Wednesday off so others might ride and went to Seph's futbol practice. After getting last week's opening goal the coach put her on defense so the boys could run up the score in the 5-0 win. They're all quite patient and controlled for 9-10 year olds. Here she shows her heads-up midfielder skills in the game.

Yesterday's ride was something else. The steady winds out of the south made for little ring grinding (39-16 mostly) but the load was high. Last week the lake was much calmer than yesterday's white caps and spray on the bike path.

A little something for TmonT and Nick out in the back yard. Even country boys need a half pipe.

This I didn't expect to see. Free range Flamingos in Wisco.
With chickens just up the road...

I had to get a picture of these two. I can see them the night before on the edge of the road, pile of empty PBR cans at their feet. Skunk : "I'll bet I can make it further than you." Raccoon : "I'll bet you can't. Hey 'Possum, give us a 'ready, set, go."

After 2 hours of riding I hooked up with the Bombay Bike Club ride in Oregon. The route was to be a simple south for 10 miles, east for 5 and back north 10. Brian (in the red) and I rode two-abreast for our small group the whole ride. His GF Amy on our wheels chattering away, but in a pleasant way. They're good people.

With Brian and I pulling we left navigation to the others. Our only wrong turn was up hill on Mortensen Road. We got to the top and there was a sign for a historic school. I didn't think it warranted a picture, but directly across the road was this house. At least I think it's a house. It looks a lot like a school if you ask me. Just because an architect designs something, doesn't mean it should be built.

As we rolled into Oregon I was running out of daylight. It was nice to have a push home by the wind, but the sunset at the top of Cty MM on the edge of Madison was worth the shot.
While I'm not ready to race, I'm closer.

Ow. Good going dumb ass.

2010-04-22T17:51:00.004-05:00

I'm not going to waste time reshuffling images chronologically. Deal with it.

Long ride Tuesday since I worked early and got done. Once in Monroe I met a nice Police Officer, Cpl Al. He got me pointed in the right direction then he confessed "I'd rather be riding my fixie on the Badger Trail to Freeport." Cpl Al has a little H8ter in him.

Last week I was in my FNBS (friendly neighborhood bike shop) as they were finishing a Brooks and streamers install on an off-green fixie.

The Hell of the South in the rain. As it should be. Last night I did the WNBR from Belleville. Half an hour in and it started to rain. I felt like the HoTS was the place to be.

A Rainbow? Is that Mother Nature's way of locating a World Champion in the rain?

I went for a 7 hour (115 mile) ride Tuesday. I don't think this looks like New York state, but I felt like I'd ridden that far.

Neighbor Matt got a pretty good deal on a late 80's Cannondale. It came with an extra set of wheels (Mavic 501's on Open 4CD's). It may be 7 speed but it will ride fine. Not bad for recycled Dos Equis cans.
Sunday Liz slept over and we went for a ride. We did a fairly hilly ride by Black Earth (28 miles) and ended up having a great meal of mexican food afterwards.

Shake down

2010-04-12T17:35:00.003-05:00

What you see here is a 1989 Serotta Davis Phinney. Some say it could be the fastest bike on the planet. I'm inclined to call it the fastest bike in the garage. I haven't had it as long as I've had the Vitus, but it has seen more miles and races than all the bikes in the garage. I transformed it this winter. I now has a Time threadless fork, various Bontrager bits and newer Campy Ergo. I wanted to ride it more and I was getting weary of down tube friction shifters. After the H8ter I took the wheels off the Axis and mounted 25c tires.Man, are my arms white. The Trek clock snaps easily from bike to bike, which is a feature I like. No data feedback on the ride yesterday, just time to roll around town and see what comes loose or needs a tweak. I'm glad I did too. The front deraileur needed trimming since dropping the chain isn't desired. I really like the balance of the fastest bike in the garage. It rolls to a stop at lights and track stands easily. No brakes needed, just keep a bit of power on a pedal and rock gently back and forth. I was briefly embarrassed in front of the Crystal Corner. Once the light changed I got on it and went nowhere. The stock quick releases are aluminum which don't bite into the chromed horizontal dropouts worth a damn... which results in slipping with too much torque.

It works.

'10 H8ter

2010-04-11T10:15:00.003-05:00

Dammit DJon, You let me down. One can't have a "Spring Classic" without perfect weather. The weather was far from perfect. As if the light breeze out of the south wasn't enough it was too warm for arm warmers and knickers! Had it not been for Carlos succumbing to hypothermia late in the day it would would have been a total failure. But he taunted the gods by starting with a sleeveless jersey so he brought that upon himself. If the Birkie can haul in snow for their event, why didn't you have ice made inside the tunnel? Okay, the deafening fireworks mid-tunnel was pretty cool. I dunno bro, do we need to sacrifice some critters to appease somone?

Hustlin' for the man

2010-04-10T08:08:00.003-05:00

I've been busy, and not busy since starting with the new electrical control company. We've got a few jobs to keep track of so I'm not doing the "daily grind" like I've done with other bigger projects. My project, at least that's the way it is referred to by the JW (Wayne) generally work with, is Badger Prairie Health Care Center in Verona. Wayne is a good shit. He has a simple work ethic: get it done and go home. Well, more accurately it's get it done, go to the tavern(s) and get home. I drive myself to the BPHCC job so I'm fine there. But we have a job south of Madison where we meet at a Park & Ride and travel in the company truck. We pound out the work until we catch up to the HVAC and Electrician's progress which has been roughly 1:00. Then it's off to the bar. Or two. Until nearly 5:00 and then his wife calls and wants to know what bar to meet him at. "Work hard, play hard" should be the bumper sticker on the truck. A week or two ago I figured out what company we were subcontracted to. Turns out I'm trying to get the work done under the estimation Cupcake made. I hope he figured in the bar time.

So ask me how many miles I've logged after work. Yeah...

I've gotten out a couple times after work so I'm not to down on myself. Last Sunday I did a decent 3 hr ride in the wind. So I'm ready for the H8ter today. It looks to be 20 miles shorter than I anticipated so I'll be happy to hang in and socialize. The Axis I picked up last fall will be the tool of choice with the 28c Michelin road slicks for the roll.

I saw Nicky was logging miles on the Hawk. I hope he's above the antics captured below. That's reserved for UW students anyway.

Long Boarders

2010-03-24T19:10:00.002-05:00

Since going back to work the routine has been, well, routine. There's no continuity of work so commuting by Spare bike isn't an option. To deal with that I started taking the Seven with me to work. After work I change clothes and go for a ride since western Dane County is starting at the parking lot of one of the jobs. Yesterday I rode west from Middleton. I hit Vermont Church, Moen Valley, Observatory, Old Sauk, Braun and County P for climbs. It was a nice day for a 40 mile ride. On the way out I was passing Blackhawk Ski hill and there were two kids about TmonT's build with skate boards. The boards were long with wide trucks (at least 8") and slightly larger wheels than I usually see. They were walking up the hill... the recently paved (from last year) fresh smooth hill. I should have had a camera.

Monday Jump Start

2010-03-08T18:07:00.001-06:00

Hit it...

I was good to be back to work and doing things that second nature. I love controls.

Road the trainer today

2010-03-07T18:32:00.004-06:00

I borrowed Russell's trainer today. After a while I found myself crossing the path of a black cat. The minions at the Kitten Factory best get their shovels and get started. They have a month.

Northbound above, Southbound below.

It was a drama free ride.

I forgot I had this in my phone from my birthday lunch. I wonder if the sushi chefs working for Russell and the Fishmonger have one too? GED's don't count.

Rituals

2010-03-07T10:35:00.003-06:00

Cycling is full of rituals. Some have seasonal rites while others are more focussed on events. For me it's seasonal. Dialing the bikes was done years ago unless a new part walks in the house. This year it was handlebars and stems that were acquired at the swap and ebay. The previous season's handlebar tape was either tossed in the dustbin or recycled. Something as simple as a fresh wrap of Cinelli cork or Specialized Roubaix tape gives the ride that refreshing splash of cold water to the face. That was a couple of weeks ago.

My other ritual involves 3M Fast-tack adhesive or Continental Schlauchreifenkitt. A few tubes of either solidly adheres tires to rims until a puncture occurs. Since I prefer tubulars to clinchers I usually buy a can of both.

The assembly line that occurs when I mount tires is worth the price of admission. The tires are aired, pre-glued and cured in the driveway half a dozen at a time. Wheels are pre-glued in the TS-2 one at a time and stacked against the wall. Then they're mounted one at a time with care taken to center the tread and inspect for for digesting rodents. 3M's can be ridden that day, Conti's cure until the next day.

Time's up!

2010-03-05T23:42:00.003-06:00

The seasonal lay-off ends at 7am Monday morning. I made more use of my time this year unlike last year's 6 months off. Having snow and motivation in equal amounts helped. Getting out on the skate skis on cold days was more fun than trying to ride.

So now what's the plan? The job is over at Badger Prairie so it's nearly a straight shot across town to get to work. Monday I'll know more about tool storage, but if there's a gang box I'll be able to HTFU and ride the commuter every day. I do mean every day this time. It's also close enough to the foothills of western Dane County for making the most of the WNBR. I will have to start getting saddle time. Unless El Nino launches a sneak attack the roads should remain clear for a while. The weather has been in the mid-30's and higher so all the snow has been melting away gradually. I can easily see 70% of my front yard even if it is brown grass and cocoa mulch.

H8ter confirmation came via the Ministry of Propaganda for the Kitten Master. This year I could give a shit what the trail condition is like. I don't care what the weather is like as long as the sun is above the horizon... on our side of the hemisphere. Wind conditions? Yes, there should be wind conditions. This year I forecast 100% chance of Pain.

Road cycling season is quickly approaching. With Tiger's sponsors scattering like roaches in a suddenly lit kitchen, I wonder if corporate sponsorships will be picked up by the younger, faster riders which may leave crumbs for older, slower riders. In theory sponsors will find cyclists less risky than golfers. It's harder to "multi task" on a bicycle. I'm not saying it couldn't be done, but there's a level of fitness that must be maintained compared to simple skill and talent. There's no substitute for time in the saddle. I've said that twice now. I wonder if one is a subconscious euphemism? Nah.

Off to MKE yesterday

2010-02-21T17:04:00.002-06:00

Took the invitation extended by Russell

The Bacon with the Bloody Mary rocked!

Start saving your H8

2010-02-20T12:13:00.002-06:00

Ask your parents, then ask the Kitten Master. Don't bother if you're not born again hard.

Birthday ride

2010-02-18T14:13:00.002-06:00

THe booties kept my feet warmer today, I think because the wind wasn't as bad as the last time I used them. 2 hours was all my hamstrings had in them today. What did I do?

Hmmm... 4th of July in Breckenridge or Eau Claire?

2010-02-18T08:12:00.002-06:00

This was in my "inbox" this morning. It's a nice birthday gift, but I'd rather have a tie.

Championship classes
MEN’S AND WOMEN’S SINGLESPEED EVENTS ADDED TO NATIONAL CHAMPIONSHIP CLASSES

Pre-registration for the USA Cycling Mountain Bike Marathon National Championships will open at 12:01 a.m. mountain time on Wednesday, February 17.

The Fourth of July event returns to Breckenridge, Colo. for 2010 where it will once again be held in conjunction with the “Firecracker 50.” Riders wishing to compete in the USA Cycling national championship classes will have a two-week exclusive online registration period from 12:01 a.m. MST on Wednesday, February 17 until 12:01 a.m. MST on Wednesday, March 3.

The field will again be limited to 750 race plates, and because start spots sold out before pre-registration ended last year, riders that want to compete for a Stars-and-Stripes jersey are strongly encouraged to take advantage of the exclusive registration period.

RIP Doug

2010-02-15T08:36:00.002-06:00

Doug Fieger has died.

May nights were spent jamming to that song in friends garages that summer of '79.

10 more degrees please

2010-02-04T09:36:00.005-06:00

From the bar up the street...The snow is hanging in there on the skate trails. I'm intermittently riding outside but felt the need to ride inside the other day. I thought I'd tune the TV to the Travel Channel and ride to different scenery, but I found torture instead. They were doing a "Man vs Food" marathon. the host was in LA & Seattle and the food looked soooooo good. Especially the Special #2 Ramen in LA.

I didn't want the tires slipping on drool so I set the Seven on the CycleOps instead of the Kreitlers.
Commercial intervals allowed me to watch and hear how the food was prepared.

Oh really...

2010-02-02T08:45:00.002-06:00

Jimmy the rodent has come out from underneath 2" of fresh snow to predict an early spring. He'd better be right or the posse will ride. I know where he lives.

Like Nascar?

2010-01-22T08:22:00.003-06:00

If you like turning left or if you like watching good racing you might be interested in...

Last night was the first meeting to get the project off the ground. It was a modest group of 25 or 30 folks but it could be all that's needed to get it done.

That fab sound

2010-01-21T14:21:00.001-06:00

Tom: But we'll never get that fab sound again, not without some more horns. We'll never get Mr. Fabulous.

Jake: Where is he?

OK Go - This Too Shall Pass from OK Go on Vimeo.

Quit whining

2010-01-20T16:29:00.004-06:00

No, the scale wasn't whining because I stepped on it. I'm not going to set foot on that contraption until late March at the earliest. Maybe it will die of neglect.

I was whining today as I headed home on Mineral Point Road. The wind was in my face and the road was uphill. My legs took that as a cue that they should give up for the rest of the day. My toes were cold despite waring the new booties I got for Christmas.

All the years riding past this scenic overlook I never

noticed the arrow pointing at Blue Mounds State Park.

The roads were much clearer than I thought they'd be.

About a mile to go before turning around.

Professor Montee suggested a change of skiing scenery. Grand idea for tomorrow, if the forecasted rains don't ice up the trails.

Tuesday Pick-up

2010-01-19T00:49:00.002-06:00

Found these via "next blog" button, sequentially:
http://bikeec.blogspot.com
http://thadneil.blogspot.com
http://teamgrumpy.blogspot.com
http://pactour.blogspot.com
http://fpascene.blogspot.com
http://piratecyclingleague.blogspot.com
http://cyclingsimmons.blogspot.com
http://midlifebikecrisis.blogspot.com
http://20twentybmxblog.blogspot.com
http://tegederofftheback.blogspot.com
http://gliderbison.blogspot.com
http://mattseagrave.blogspot.com
http://fullylugged.blogspot.com
http://2wheelchick.blogspot.com
http://idahofirefly.blogspot.com
http://bikevoyage.blogspot.com
http://upsideout.blogspot.com
http://embrocation.blogspot.com (okay, that's just cool)
http://www.cyclingaddict.org
http://erikspeaks.blogspot.com
http://centralalbertabicycle.blogspot.com
http://randoboy.blogspot.com
http://sprinterdellacasa.blogspot.com
http://robonza.blogspot.com
http://cccportland.blogspot.com
http://inbikewetrust.blogspot.com
http://hembrow.blogspot.com
http://kingoftheapples.blogspot.com
http://inthebikelane.blogspot.com
http://klfixed.blogspot.com
http://allthewayray.blogspot.com
http://jycycling.blogspot.com
C'mon already. Doesn't anyone blog about knitting?
http://carrionfair.blogspot.com (looked promising at first)
http://bikingdiabetic.blogspot.com
http://babybluebicycle.blogspot.com
http://weddells.blogspot.com
http://ditmcyclingclub.blogspot.com (help find the missing bike)
http://russtaitai.blogspot.com
http://piratecyclingleague.blogspot.com AHA! It finally repeat one. Does that mean I reached the end of the blogosphere?

Let's see...
http://teamstrongheart.blogspot.com

Nope....
http://goodtimecyclingblog.blogspot.com
http://jessandarthur.blogspot.com
http://airdriebmxnews.blogspot.com
http://redbikes.blogspot.com
http://randobiker.blogspot.com AHA! another repeat!

but wait...
http://wifeinthefastlane.blogspot.com She's a triathlete. Hmmm
http://nfrey.blogspot.com Oops, someone really fast has time to blog.
http://www.skibikejunkie.com
http://juliesroka.blogspot.com
http://bgoab.blogspot.com
http://yoheio.blogspot.com Austrailia?

Okay, I'll quit with this guy.
http://onlyviewihave.blogspot.com

He has Russell as his official photographer!

Something's not quite right with the "next blog" feature.

Mostly neon pack fill

2010-01-18T17:24:00.007-06:00

1991 Texas Road Race Championships.

Back then finishing the event meant something. 4 previous attempts met with failure on my part. The course was in the heart of the Texas Hill Country north of San Antonio, and while the altitude might be lacking, the steepness of the grades wasn't. In '91 and '92 the course was "T" shaped with the start and finish at the bottom of the "T" which was at the top of the steepest climb (see the last 3 images). The feed zone was on the right part of the "T" and was probably as steep. I finished that year, thanks to proper training, but mostly to by younger brother and other friends in the feed zone making sure I took water every lap. Late May in Texas sucks marginally more than most other months with the exception of August. It was generally 100 degrees at the start and got nastier as the day wore one. I don't recall the distance but I think it was around 96 miles or 5 laps. That year I finished 31st or 37th, I don't remember precisely, but only 40-some finished of the 130 starters. Every year people dropped like flies between the climbing and the heat. I think I was at least 15 minutes back. The next year I was in the Neutral Support Truck since it was the mandated qualifier for the Olympic Road Race Selection for Nationals. Some Lance Armstrong guy won in a walk and Chann McRae was 2nd (I think. I was trapped behind the field when they finished.)

1991 Texas ITT Championships

Held in the middle of nowhere Midland-Odessa it was a relatively flat out and back course. The cross winds, as were usual at all Texas events, were out of 10 o'clock on the way out and 3 o'clock on the way in. I finished in 58-something for the 40 Km course which put me in the top 15 and was fine with me.

Later that day there was a Crit back in town. Not many of the guys were up to doing a crit after the TT but it had prize money so what the heck. I finished 2nd to the guy from Arizona in the cool patterned jersey on the Specialized. It payed for the weekend

Later in 1991 I went to Natchez Mississsippi for a stage race. There were 4 of us, 2-3's and me and another 2 and we found a new level of uncomfortableness. The humidity was off the chart. I had a night Crit that Friday night for the P-1-2's, which was entertaining. It was in a mall parking lot that was poorly lit and had a raging downhill on the back side of the course. I only remember that because I came down the hill way too fast on the first lap and center-punched a construction barrel at >40 mph. It flew into oncoming traffic and I was on the wrong side of the barrels until the next corner. Everyone behind me thought I was a goner. The next day was a short TT followed by a road race in the early afternoon. While the other categories were on the course we waited about 30 minutes after our start time for the course to clear. They only had enough vehicles for the rolling enclosure for one race at a time. Everyone had to refill bottles before we could start. The roads used were centuries old and worn down several feet. In some spots you were eye level with the roots of the trees above the road shoulder. While this was cool from an historic sense, it made the for a sauna effect since there was no wind on the pack. Sunday was the crit in downtown Natchez. I don't remember much of the day but everyone was flying.

2010-01-17T01:51:00.001-06:00

WTF?

2010-01-14T18:03:00.000-06:00

If they made it with 29er wheels...

Never mind

2010-01-14T08:56:00.001-06:00

I misspoke. Kenosha PD knows what they're doing. People who live in Kenosha get what they deserve. Ticket 'em all. A champion shall arise.

Are you kidding me?

2010-01-12T09:02:00.002-06:00

Fuck Kenosha

Their police need something better to do than enforcing an ordinance saying it is illegal to ride with only one hand on the bars. The Alders should fix that. (thanks Angie, I fixed it)

Shiny parts

2010-01-11T20:07:00.003-06:00

Before school tonight I installed a few parts on the Axiom. No, that's not it, that's the Axis.

After replacing the brake calipers, bars, tape, cables and housing I needed a set of wheels to finish the brakes and tune the gears. The spare set of 'cross tubulars were nearby so I thought "what the heck, wedge them in, it's just for a minute." Imagine my surprise when they fit. I'd taken the Deltas off and replaced them with the original side pull calipers to remove some weight, but a side effect is the increased space above the tire.

It's a bit tight here, but it could work on a dry day.

Oh yeah, and I swapped seats. How's it look?

Not to worry. The Deltas will be residing on the Phinney in short order along with a few of the parts I picked up at the swap.

$132.50 buys you...

2010-01-11T11:48:00.007-06:00

The weekend was busy and yet relaxed. Liz came for snowboarding and the roads forced her to consider staying with me an option. She was more concerned with being warm and safe she forgot the beer in the Jeep. Two days in the single digits caused the spirits in two of the bottles to escape. The other two kept it together until last night when I drank them watching football.
Not being gainfully employed I have no sense of urgency and making the most of my money is instinctual. So going to the annual swap meet seemed like a good idea. For me there are 3 reasons to go to a bike swap. Obviously it's cool to buy the neat bits at a silly price, but there's valuable entertainment to be had interacting with the sellers. Each thinks their neat bit is worth much more than you're willing to pay and it's almost like going shopping in Juarez. The last reason is to see and be with friends.

Maciej was pushing the peanut butter cookies

Next door was Ron and Kelli

When Kid Rock (Chris) wasn't signing autographs he was handing out "cream soda"

Post-swap food was at the Glass Nickel back in the 'hood.

I had to shoot fast to keep Russell from photo-bombing

while Co0o0op was texting Kyle.

Rob and Candy were swapping, but didn't do lunch with us.

Bubba had his fangs retracted in anticipation of the pizza.

Megatron was deeply lost in thought, perhaps about V3.0

V3.0 has the hoopty goin' on y'all.

I think the massive Tach on the dash allows him to keep the speed

low enough so bikes don't fall off the Bones rack.

The Peace Sign sticker detracts 5hp, yo.

The receipts submitted to the accountant showed: $3 for parking, $7 admission, $15 for the new cranks, $15 for 3 seat bags, $10 for the Vittoria tubular and Trek seat, $20 for the Bonti Race bar and RL stem, $5 for the Ritchey bar, $20 for two pair of Eggbeater Candy's with new cleats, $20 for the Pro stem and $5 for the Easton stem.
Not a bad day to spend a day.

Biathlon

2010-01-06T15:15:00.002-06:00

A warmer 18 degrees today made it easy to ski again. Until the grooming crew showed up and loosed the trail. I did two laps and called it quits. The grooming crew claimed to be working out a new route through the golf course specifically for skate. That'd be nice, then I could get a full stride without worrying about tripping in the classic tracks. Since I was dressed I slipped on my running shoes and ran for a half hour. 4 repeats up the street to the water tower and back were enough for me.

Motivation occurred today

2010-01-05T16:08:00.003-06:00

With the weather warming to 15 F I got out on the skis again. It takes me about about 20 minutes to settle into a relaxed skating rhythm which is about a lap of Monona GC. Right about that time the arches of my feet begin to ache. 10 minutes later the ache is gone but the fingers tips begin to burn from the cold. By the end of the second lap I'm in the sweet spot of the workout. Unfortunately it only lasts 20 more minutes but by then I've finished the 3rd lap. Which is good, because the car is right there. So a solid hour skiing today with only a couple minor camera breaks.
There's no need to give the stark black on white a sepia treatment.

The trail was groomed last night. The icy spots were at a minimum compared to yesterday.
Even though Monona is fairly flat it has one really tough section. The last quarter mile passes the McDonald's , which isn't a distraction unless the wind is out of the northwest like today. The smell of meat-like patties and french fries is a bit distracting if you're me.
I got home, had a light lunch and a shower to find a new show had been recorded on the DVR. It was a documentary on the Sundance Channel about the 2007-2008 Garmin-Chipotle-Slipstream Team. I found it motivational and I was gratified to have a solid work-out done BEFORE watching.

No falling occurred today

2010-01-03T11:43:00.002-06:00

5 degrees is warmer than yesterday.

Looks bleak, doesn't it?

After yesterday's successful run, which I might duplicate later today, I decided to do a lap of Monona Golf Course. It hasn't been groomed for skate, but the rains we had last week and the minor warming packed it down and it was fine for me. There were a couple of patches of ice from blowing winds, but I kept my feet underneath me and was drama free. I need to work on my passing skills as an old fart on classic skis was chugging along and I had to get my shit together to be able to pass him. Again, no drama, just a burst of speed and coast past him.

Snot-sickles

2010-01-02T13:09:00.003-06:00

With temps in the negative numbers, as in -2 F, I broke in one of the two pair of new running shoes I bought a couple of weeks ago. Cycling didn't appeal to me and I wasn't in the mood to skate ski. It seemed easier to try "left foot, right foot, left foot, right foot, spit... repeat." I kept it short at about 3 miles.

It occurred to me that the representation of the date 01-01-10 might be binary for something. But then I'm not a 'puter so...

Merry

2009-12-25T08:09:00.002-06:00

Happy

Festive

Jolly

Now go spend time with your bike.

Anarchists

2009-12-20T08:38:00.003-06:00

Yet another reason for Global Warming...when Snowballs are outlawed, only outlaws will have snowballs.

Seriously, when's Spring?

2009-12-12T11:41:00.004-06:00

I didn't head east today to join Santa (at least one is a fake) and his favorite elf.

I did sleep late, drink coffee (36 oz and counting) and surf the interweb. As I surfed I found this entertainment. William Wallace would be proud...

UW Madison Snowball Fight, December 2009 from courtney byelich on Vimeo.

This footage was shot from the trenches.

After I shovel the roof I'm going to head over to the ski trails... and ski. Duh.

C'mon Spring!

2009-12-09T18:33:00.003-06:00

Blizzard Carlos hit last night and continued through the morning.

My neighbor just before he hit the basketball pole with his shovel resulting in a bunch of snow falling right on his noggin.

My other neighbor's full sized Chevy truck under the snowfall. There's a tonneau cover over the bed. Easily 16-18" of heavy snow.

Happy Lucky Cat

2009-12-06T21:22:00.004-06:00

I see them everywhere, but usually by cash registers in asian businesses.

With 4 cats in the house you'd think it happened more often. Here's "Happy Lucky Cat" Fella doing what comes naturally. 12.3# of rabbit killer gets warm pretty quickly. He napped for about 30 minutes before I needed to move my legs.

Yes, he dreams too. Little twitches of the paws and jaw tell me he's doing something in his sleep.

I've been searching for the desire to ride lately. I overhauled the Seven Axiom during the week. It has new cables, housing, bar tape and some component shuffling from the rest of the bikes in the garage. It'd be nice to ride this week.

Fir is Murder

2009-11-26T10:10:00.004-06:00

Late November in Wisconsin has many faces. 'Cross season wraps up. Professional shoppers gear up for Black Friday. People start wearing blaze orange outside of Lambeau Field. This is also the week when folks silently slip into woods with the primal urge to kill. Eyeing the prey at a distance but patiently waiting for just the right one, they quietly stalk the forest. When the moment is right an instrument of death is wielded and the prey falls. Unceremoniously it is dragged to the car and tied to the roof.

I'll be looking for a well rounded 8 pointer... er, 8 footer. I prefer Fraser Firs for their softer needles and deep green hue.

Rockesha Survival

2009-11-21T21:40:00.003-06:00

After a long week of hearing all the guys on the job talk about how Bambi doesn't stand a chance I took the opportunity to ride with Ronsta and roughly 30 others last night. The ride was mostly uneventful. Near the end I thought my front tire was on the trail. Unfortunately it was on the edge of the pavement and the grass and it found a deep enough groove at an angle to throw me down at about 18mph or so. I landed mostly on my left side and after being left for dead the group headed to a cozy mexican place in downtown Rockesha.

Thanks Jay.

Last night the shoulder was feeling like I had broken the collar bone again. This morning I went to UW Hospital Urgent Care and had a qualified medical professional look at it and some x-rays were taken. Turns out I have a Grade 1 Acromio-Clavicular Separation, which is basically a sprain. That takes a load off my mind. My knee is a bit sprained too, but I'm not worried. I'll take it easy, it that's possible.

So much for it being exciting

2009-11-18T17:26:00.002-06:00

Sunday was exciting. I was able to find tickets that afforded a great view of the field. They were in the clubhouse level which means they were enclosed and protected from the elements... if there had been any. It was a beautiful day for football, or any outdoor sport for that matter. Clear skies and temps in the mid-40's made the walk to "hallowed" Lambeau Field festive.

While I'd have like the Cowboys to have defeated the Packers the game played out differently. I'll have to review the recording but from what I saw neither team deserved to win. The Packers were able to walk away with a 17-7 win, but as far as I'm concerned the Packers shut out the Cowboys.

I was impressed with the way the fans of the Packers treated the fans of the Cowboys. The yahoos on WAPL were bad-mouthing the "hated Cowboys" and using other rude terms and comments about the team on the radio while we drove up. Once there the fans were quite well behaved.

I'd like to return to Lambeau for another Cowboy's game, but I'd like to sit outside in the elements.

Cold? not yet

2009-11-15T09:03:00.004-06:00

False start much?

I won't get the full effect but I'm going to head up to the "frozen tundra." The Dallas Cowboys are playing the local team and even with every local affiliate showing it complete with super-slo-motion replay I'm going to take a chance at finding a ticket from a scalper. I'll be mindful to save some money for the bribing of the officials.

The Packers don't have cheerleaders... but I think Dallas' travel. I think she'll need a sweater today.

stuff and grief

2009-11-11T18:08:00.005-06:00

Grandma Elna 1920-2009

Ridden 600 miles this year... perhaps.

Getting some reading done

Pumpkins don't defend well (Seph in the blue hat)

Seph had a good futbol season ending with a 6-0-2 record. The season ending 3 v 3 tournament was good and bad. It was supposed to be girls against girls and boys against boys, but there were only 3 girls teams with a 6 game tourney. She and 4 teammates beat all the other girls teams, but lost to two very strong boys teams (which were defeated by our boys) One team, the Red Tigers, played dirty and threw a lot of elbows at everyone. Sephie played respectably and didn't retaliate, but she did ask permission if she could after half-time. I told her she could, but only if Coach Dan gave her permission too. He reluctantly denied her permission.

In family news, my Grandma passed away after a long battle with alzheimers. Her house was a cycling destination for me when I lived in Dodgeville. Grandpa passed in 1986 so my dad has just his siblings. Not much to say to others outside the family other than she'll be missed.

What the fcuk?

2009-10-24T09:36:00.002-05:00

With the weekend cleared for other things I'll be putting the finishing touches on a neighbor's home repair so she can sell it and be done with her soon to be ex-husband. When I stopped by my carpet fiber R&D neighbor's house he wasn't there. He decided to move out of the house and in with another woman. His wife was less than thrilled. To top it off he decided to wreak destruction on the exterior wall of the bathroom before leaving. All the plaster and lathe was removed allowing the cold to come through. It's 95% repaired now and with a coat of paint and window trim to be installed it will ready for the 5 potential buyers coming tomorrow at noon-30.

I'm off to Sephie's match. Despite the rain the fields are open for play. They must have a Belgian greenskeeper.

Falling

2009-10-17T10:03:00.005-05:00

I think I'm a work-aholic. After 3 weeks of unemployment I got a call to show up at a UW Hospital expansion last week. A few familiar faces are there so it's been easy to get back in a groove. Unfortunately for me someone knew I am proficient with big pipe and high voltage. The building power from the utility is 13,800 volts and runs through 5" rigid metal conduit. to put that into home terms most homes are 120/208 volts and the utility wires fit in a 1.5" PVC conduit. A 10' stick of PVC weighs about 5# and can be cut and glued together in relatively no time at all. A 10' stick of 5"RMC weighs about 135# which is then threaded at each end to fit into a 15# coupling and then can be cut and bent to appropriate angles. It's at least a 2-person job fitting 5" and there's little room for error and with the cost of the material there's no 2nd chances so getting it right the first time is a must. Fortunately I had a good journeyman once. My first year as an apprentice I learned how to run big conduit. If you're ever on Observatory Drive between Walnut and Babcock or by the Kohl Center between Dayton and Regent look down at the sidewalk. Under your feet there are hundreds of feet of conduit put there by yours truly providing power for the surrounding buildings.

Thursday was a long day. 14 hours of disassembling, moving, cutting, bending, moving, reassembling 5" RMC. Yesterday we intended to put the wire in the run. Each high voltage wire weighs roughly 2# per foot, three wires per phase with a ground we're looking at almost 5,000 pounds of wire for half the feed to the building. After 10 hours with 8 guys setting it up we were ready for the weekend.

There are moments I would like to be free-airing control wires again.

Today is a bye week for the kids on Seph's futbol team. They're 4-0-1 and with the enforcement of the off-sides rule other teams aren't able to cherry-pick to stay in the game. They're averaging 6 goals per game while allowing only 2 or 3 per game.
Kix pre-match with Coaches Dan and Bill.

Coby, Henry and Sephie as forwards start the match against the Mustangs.

Seph makes a rare left footed shot for a goal. Last week I posted a Sky Yaeger inspired logo. It's from the 2004 Bianchi Axis I found on Craigslist for $600. I changed a few minor components but it's solidly spec'd and should be a blast to ride.

The AxisAt the USGP event in Sun Prairie the singlespeed field was staged behind the 2/3 field. On the first day we had fun mocking them when misfortune and carnage ensued.

Cupcake should have preregistered for a better starting position... then he may have been in the middle of the bike pile.I don't think they heard a word we said.

Yesterday I may have tweaked something in my lower back horsing the wire for the feed. I'm not going to Badger Prairie today, but I hope to go to CamRock tomorrow.

Worth a 1000 words

2009-10-08T19:06:00.003-05:00

Hand-ups

2009-10-05T12:00:00.003-05:00

Photos by DJon

Hoofing it

Too early to drink?

finally thirsty

un pequeno cerveza

gracias

Lapham 'cross WCA #1

2009-10-05T09:54:00.008-05:00

Shortly after arriving the French Air Force flew over the parking lot. Were there 'cross races during The Great War?

Since the armistice they no longer engage with douche bags and they passed northward.

The 3rd place group

Attacking the hill

You, give me that hand-up!

Living the High Life

Sam really wanted to roll in the horse poop but Kerry wouldn't let him.

Kevin and James killing it.

In the end it was James for the win.

Video...

Not much to say about my race. The Spare worked well so I can't blame it for anything. The motor was lacking and I had a minor breathing problem after the first lap. I have no idea what my heart rate was but it was deep enough in the red I stopped mid barrier to catch my breath. I went slower for half a lap and my breathing went back to relative normal. Yes, I was able to go slower and not be going backwards. DJon and Ryan were egging me on up the hill. Apparently they thought I should have taken a barley pop earlier than I thought I should. When I ran by there was a "oh no he didn't!" from the crowd when I didn't take the hand-up. I remedied that on the rest of my laps. I put my chin on the bars for the remaining lap and sprinted at the end for an uncontested last place. Sheri was there taking pics as well, but since she's not set up for time-lapse photography she wasn't able to show me moving.

2 x 9 = nearly an actual 'cross bike's

2009-10-03T18:40:00.003-05:00

After last week's introduction to this year's Season of Pain on the single speed I've made some changes. I'm riding less and running more. Nothing drastic, just LSD in an effort to burn calories and lose mass. Speaking of losing mass, I spent today getting the Spare ready for the first WCA race. I dug out the tubulars from the back of the garage and picked up some glue at the NAPA down the street.
There were some mechanical changes to the Spare as well. A seat swap and a 39/42 in the front make it better prepared for Lapham Peak.

I stopped by Yellow Jersey the other day and Andy was quite gracious. I was looking for a 44t +/-2t but the prices were a bit high for my tastes since I'm not working. He made me a sweet deal on a Shimano 42t stamped from steel. If you look closely you'll see the group is still period correct circa 1995 or earlier. It might be down to about 19# now. I really like this bike. It's not too heavy and it rides well. They gave it plenty of room for the brakes to be used with larger tires and fenders.

I won't say the competition in the 40+ WCA events will be weak, but I hope to be closer to the front than last week's 35+ USGP. It may be later in the season but I really hope I can crack the top 10 at some point. Unfortunately a lot depends on the motor.

Dammit

USGP images

2009-09-29T14:51:00.004-05:00

I only found one of me running the hill Saturday and if you must you can see it over in Russell's.

Here's a bunch of other folks...

Cupcake is just a bit taller than the barriers. Really he is.

Matter may have nice legs, but Marco shows he can cope with a misaligned set of bars.

Lyle wondering where his next beer will happen.

Katy on the move.

James is the Great Gazoo's stunt double off the bike.
Dave raging.

USGP Cyclocross Dammit

2009-09-28T19:50:00.003-05:00

The rains that suggested a Belgian feel to the weekend fell short and didn't cause the mess that everyone hoped would give everyone the warm fuzzies.

Here's all you'll get from me in the way of whining.

Whine, whine, whine. Bitch and moan. Whine.

There, I got it out of my system. I had a good time. It was typical 'cross, dammit. It was fast and painful and I enjoyed it all.

Saturday I think I was faster than I was Sunday. Both days I was dead last in the Single Speed race, but I felt faster Saturday and wasn't pulled. I did have the intention of racing the 35+ (1,2,3's) but holy shit, they let some truly fast guys register.

The Wisco crew represented well. Cupcake and Pilgrim had a good battle (quite amusing really) both days. Lyle got yet another UCI slap on the wrist doing a beer bong from a skull/spine at the top of the climb. Matter, Marco, James and Tristan were a thrill to watch both days. Co0o0op warned us 20 minutes before the rains came on Sunday, It made the course a bit damp but it didn't factor in the results. The women raced just as hard and it was exciting to see Alison Sydor be the first to ride the railroad tie run-up. I

The second day had changes that made the course faster IMHO. I liked the new version of the run-up on the hill mostly because I was able to ride it in the 39x17. It hurt like hell but I was quite satisfied at the top. If I find a picture I'll put it up. After 3 laps I was pulled. I felt okay but I didn't contest the officials.

Day one

Day Two

Friday Cruise

2009-09-28T11:24:00.003-05:00

Friday I rolled with Regina on the trails.

She ditched her Gunnar SS after a fine performance in Chequamegon and was on the noise maker.
She had a "date" later in my 'hood at the Thai place so she was smiling all day.

It was a good day but I had impending doom on my mind.

Tomorrow's destination: Belgium

2009-09-25T22:21:00.002-05:00

Late this afternoon the skies darkened and the rains came. Some time later the natives began to feel unrest wash over their bodies. Russell and Cupcake decided to forgo the MTB options tomorrow and drive west to the Prairies of Sun. We're all hoping for the conditions to be Belgian.

A couple of weeks ago I was thinking "racing is the best training." So when I looked at the options for this weekend it seemed like doing the Single Speed race and the 45+ race back to back was a bad idea. Somehow doing the SS race and waiting an hour to do the 35+ race seemed like a better option. Maybe I was thinking something like "I'll be better off waiting an hour after eating before swimming with sharks. Lord knows I wouldn't want a cramp." I'll be sufficiently trained Monday morning if I survive.

So I'll be packing 2 towels, my cow bell, and a cooler of PBR for the day. If you're not busy watching college & pro football come on out and give a loud "hup, hup, buttercup."

dammit

Required Reading

2009-09-24T08:19:00.006-05:00

I've taken Seph to School and finished my first cup of coffee. It may be a while before I ride as I need to I wait for the fog to lift in town and especially in the countryside. I don't have much on my to-do list for the weekend, I need a chain for the Flyte since I did the multispeed-ectomy and drop-bar transplant yesterday. Oops, I spoke too soon. I generally don't quote other bloggers but this morning Stevil opens the door to a serious subject.

And speaking of which, don't forget Cross Vegas is just around the corner, and D Pow! has come through with a report from the fun police, or as they have might been referred to in Germany at one point in history- The Crosstapo;
• No handups or feeding is allowed in a cyclocross race. This includes dollar bills and alcohol. Penalty is disqualification from the race.
• Be prepared with team uniform or team-branded leisure wear for the Awards, no street clothes will be permitted.

Fer Crissakes, no street clothes? How about a Showgirl Costume with headdress? Good luck with enforcing the hand-up rule. I sure hope they don't expect this level of seriousness in Sun Prairie.

"...Eventually we all departed from the debacle in the convention center and made our way to the Cross Vegas cross race. I'll spare you the ugly details, but apparently during a heated exchange with a ruggedly handsome and well dressed, albeit slack-jawed fan, race promoter Chris Grealish wildly lashed out at the sight of dollar premes being given declaring that "real pros do not take handups", based on Nat Ross's world class beer feed last year which ultimately led him to being banned from this year's competition; ...

...When presenting the offender his business card so that a post race debate could ensue, the ner-do-well stated "ohh... you're Chris ?!"
"Yeah, who the fu#k did you think I was?" Mr. Grealish blurted..
"Uh.. I dont know.. Some douchebag security guard I guess" was the response, which led to the early heart attack candidate having to walk away and take a time out, sitting alone on the hillside to collect his bearings.
Regardless of last year's beer feed zone being turned into an off-limits VIP area, there were still highjinx that abounded, some of which resulted in police intervention, and even for a few, rides home in the backs of cop cars.(Yeah, yeah. There were some total amateurs, who, as it turns out totally blew it. I am not including those fools in our ranks.)
So, the lesson here I guess is that Cross Vegas is just like Belgium (with the exception of the fans interaction with the participants, and the small matter of geographic location), that this race is every bit as important as The Worlds (regardless of the antagonist's claim that its just a B.S. exhibition race, and then offering this comparison-"if you stick a corsage in a pile of crap, it still doesn't make it a tuxedo"), and that cross racing is the world's most serious athletic pursuit which if tainted by the fervor of its most passionate fans will assuredly result in the earth spinning off of its axis.

I mean really, did you expect your "card" to have a positive effect on the situation?

Last year was my first full 'cross season since the early 1990's I had no expectations and my only goal was to have fun. With the exception of the Sun Prairie race I filled the much desired position of DFL and managed to have plenty of actual fun. Maybe Stevil et al have misunderstood the intent of the Crosstapo. As evidenced by Jerry attempting to retrieve the dolla bill from Katie's boobs (see above), perhaps the Belgians are more conservative than I thought? It could also be since the Euro switch they're not willing to use an inferior monetary unit. Does the Euro even come in paper form or did the EU make the mistake of having Euros minted in coin form and they've fallen into the chasm that is the US Dollar Coins of Susan B Anthony and Sacagawea.

In any case, I'll be willing to suck it up for a weekend for the tools at UCI. What have I got to worry about anyway? I'll be gunning for DFL each race so I realistically don't need "team-branded leisure wear."

I imagine the podium looking like this if I had my way...

2nd place keeping it MetalThe way around the rules might be to affix "coupons" to the riders. Here we have Maurice with a potential Prime Coupon at this year's NAHMBS.

I should go ride now, the fog is moving from the roads inside my head...

Mission Intel

2009-09-23T13:39:00.004-05:00

I wasn't going to check out the 'cross course until Friday but the phone rang last night and since I'm a soft touch I headed out there today. Near as I can figure it goes clockwise. When I parked there was a guy digging in 4 rail ties on the north end of the park on the uphill. I wasn't able to precisely figure out how the north end with the uphill and the oak trees is included without crossing over the course as there were no stakes driven yet. The guy digging thought they came down the hill anti-clockwise and then uphill over the ties. The photos are in sequence... I hope.

Here's the video...

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dammit

Lumberjacking

2009-09-22T17:47:00.003-05:00

Today the weather sucked. It rained heavily enough that it bypassed the corner storm drains and was flowing directly into the creek at the end of the block. Then I noticed I had left the windows on the Jetta cracked open yesterday. I scurried out with some towels and wiped it dry-ish. As I exited the Jetta I saw the back yard. Half of the maple sheared and fell onto the fence and sidewalk. It was 6 feet shy of hitting the camper. I borrowed a neighbor's 42cc Poulan and made it sing like the 500's that preceded the current version of MotoGP weaponry. I would have worn flannel to complete the image but the only flannel I have is pajama bottoms. That would be so wrong. I should have had eye protection too but I'm invincible.

Way-back Machine

2009-09-20T06:16:00.004-05:00

I'm home again safe and sound, but it was, shall we say, a "trippy" Saturday.

Backwoods Laundry service

Demon Deer
Trail Marker

After spending Friday and Saturday at 9 mile I began the trip home. I may have mentioned before that I have been known to pick up hitch-hikers. Just before the on ramp was a hippie-dippy couple with their thumbs out. I had room so what the hell, I pulled over. Chase and Wednesday were headed south to their parent's farm by Iola for a Harvest Festival. Cool. It wasn't too far out of my way so what the hell, I told them I'd get them to the party. After a bit I think we were near the WORS event location and there was a dozen or so cars parked on a farm road. They had a couple of live bands playing a blend of Beatles, Grateful Dead, Phish and other "you should be stoned, dude" music. They weren't quite a commune but it had that feel. The farmer, Mark, was pretty baked and was grateful for giving his son a ride. They invited me to share the food and PBR and I was welcome to stay as long as I wanted. Despite the tri-cornered hat he was wearing he seemed like a normal guy. The farm was sort-of a co-op. At about 40 acres they have around 50 people who come and maintain the crops. Everyone shares the bounty and it was very mellow. The food was all picked and prepared on site. With the exception of the PBR it was all vegetables. After the burning of the Eff-Veggie I said good-bye and continued home with a basket of vegetables as a reward for bringing the host's kid home.

Early Weekend

2009-09-17T16:04:00.004-05:00

With Standing Rocks just over an hour to the north I was riding quality trails today by 10am. After two loops pushing (more like grinding) a 34x17 I was ready to call it quits. But I didn't need to as the chain decided to quit halfway through section 14. Russell suggested I blame Angie again. When I stopped in at the Hostel Shoppe, Scott Cole smiled when he tried taking the blame. In all honesty I can't let either take the fall, I have to shoulder the blame myself. I should have known a 3/32" half-link wouldn't work with a 1/8" chain for very long. It wasn't a big mystery since that's where the chain broke. At least it broke near the parking lot.

Hostel Shoppe is closest to the trail so I picked up both sizes of half-links since I have both sizes of chains with me. I wasn't surprised to see the Don hanging out with Mr Cole. After a quick hang-out in the shop I headed over to Best Buy...

Where else would I be able to pirate bandwidth for a blog post? I have images but I think they'll kick me out if I start plugging in my camera. Those will have to wait until Sunday when I get home.

Brilliant

2009-09-16T08:08:00.003-05:00

I really should mark dates down on a calendar. Lacking the desire to do massive events like Chequamegon Fat Tire Fest, I made my plan oblivious to everyone else trekking way up nort'. So I guess I'll be alone at Standing Rock or 9 Mile. I thought about making the drive to Hayward. It doesn't seem productive to be sitting around drinking beer while others race when I should be trying to get in shape for 'cross season.

Dammit.

Good luck to everyone making the journey up nort' der hey.

Also this weekend is a slightly lesser known event in Durango. I haven't heard any plans to attend but Jesse might be there. Then again he might want to repeat his Chequamegon victory.

Ditch dude, c'mon

2009-09-14T22:27:00.002-05:00

Being under-employed has advantages. I have a class Wednesday evening, but I'm essentially responsibility free until Sunday morning. I was really digging the trails at Standing Rocks a couple of weekends ago. I think I'll head up there Thursday and Friday and maybe Saturday if the weather holds. Anybody want to take a couple of sick days and join me?

Short Call

2009-09-13T11:27:00.002-05:00

I may have to adapt a training schedule to work with short calls. The job in Reedsburg is over and I'm waiting for work again. This time last year the job wrapped up and I did nothing for 6 months, except get soft and heavier and now I'm paying for it. With the construction job outlook being bleak it may be another 6 months before I'm on another project. I may have had my shit together during August, but we'll see if I'm still dedicated.

There are two events today, the WORS Treadfest and the Wisconsin Ironman. I have no interest in either. I've done one sprint Tri and discovered I swim like a brick and I have very little interest in seeing others endure/survive 10+ hours of mental gymnastics. As for Treadfest, I have two issues with it. In my current state of conditioning I don't want to be climbing ski hills. It's that simple. My other issue is with the venue or rather the owners of the venue. The trails are not open to the public the other 363 days of the year. While I respect the rights of property owners by not riding where I'm not wanted, I'd like to see more options for trails in the southern half of Wisco. If the owners of the Grand Geneva Resort only want my money one weekend a year or my presence on their property makes them worry about whatever then I'll let them relax by not attending.

Besides, I have bikes to fix and prepare for 'cross.

dammit

Relationship break down

2009-09-05T13:59:00.004-05:00

I noticed the moon Thursday night but I was grateful for it last night. It wasn't enough to see the trail by, but it did add an element to the race that made the event unique. Most of the course was along Koshkonong Creek. The cool night air, the fog, the rolling hills, trees, tall prairie grass and the full moon blended to take the edge off what could have been just another race.

In the last four years I've developed a relationship with my 29ers. The Rig was like a first love. It let me experiment and forgave the baggage from my "teenage" 26" experiences. The Ferrous is the Laura Petrie in the garage. Solid, forgiving and always read to sigh "oh Rob." The Flyte has been the girl on the side. It doesn't want a commitment, doesn't care what you do with it, but is still fun to ride, even thought you'll be going back to Laura afterwards. So with the Ferrous tuned for back-up duty it was time for a night out with the Flyte in 2x9 form.

As for the race, it was good and bad. Since the 3, 6 and 12 hour riders were starting together, the officials asked the "non-competitive" riders to gather at the back for the Le Mans start. Most of us took a couple of steps back and everyone laughed. It seemed most of us just wanted to have a good time and ride in the dark. That changed once I got to the Flyte and was rolling. I could tell by the number of lights ahead of me that I was fairly close to the front and I'll be honest, I have only two settings: stop and go. After the first few climbs and sections of singletrack I had passed ~6 riders and was cruising. I was digging the choice of gears. On the far side of the course there was a bonfire with a table of Twinkies and PBR. I flew past and shortly after my bike broke. The chainring caught on a fallen tree as I rode over and the spyder broke free from the crank arm. The result was any power put to the pedals did nothing to turn the chairings and chain. So I ran the uphills, "Fred Flintstoned" the flats and coasted on the downhills back to the start/finish/lap exchange in about 44 minutes. I had the Ferrous with my cooler of water, beer and snacks, so I swapped bikes and continued to ride. The Ferrous did fine and I had a good race after that. I stopped for a PBR (I drank half at each stop) at the bonfire area on the next two laps (~45 minutes each) and by the time I finished my third lap I still had time to ride a fourth. I put my head down and didn't stop for a beer so I was able to finish the fourth lap with 4 minutes to spare before the cut-off and I finished 8th overall. I think there were about 20 other riders in the 3 hour.

I whiled the rest of the evening away sitting by another fire drinking beer with other racers. We enjoyed the view of the creek and the moon while cheering on the 6 and 12 hour racers. By 1 it was time for me to call it a night since my day started at 5am. I was happy to have my head hit the pillow.