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Discussion in 'Sports' started by Zodiac, Jul 10, 2006.
Lots of dogs and May thunderstorms. I rode many of these roads in the late 70's.
I've had to give it up now. 28 years of dedication, blood sweat and tears. And the two injuries that broke the camels back were off season touch games.
Technically I qualify for the Catalina Old Boys Tournament though... Might show up on a random Saturday and play in a B side game just for shits n giggles.
Riding long always gave me an aerobic advantage at the beginning of training, but getting different muscles, running muscles, used it was no fun. Bicycles were made so we wouldn't have to run.
Good luck in the season.
One of my few regrets is that I took up rugby fairly late in life. I really wish I'd played it when I was much younger. Great game.....I also wish I'd taken up cycling MUCH earlier than I did.
So I used to feed the VA Tech wimmen's rugby team lots of hot dogs and cheap beer... (I worked for a 'hot dog stand.')
So the men's team started to come in too.
They really wanted me to come play. Was about to till one dood came in. He coulda played college football as a linebacker. :eek1
At the time, I was 5'8" 155# soaking wet. Took one look at that guy, thought about the size differential and kept on feeding em beers and riding my bicycle(s)
cyclingfans.com has streaming Lombardy on right now.
27km to go
Went for my normal ride but it didn't feel right; my ankle was wobbly, my calf muscle was acting up and try as I might, I just couldn't spin. I just struggled the whole time and I was very close to cutting it short and just going home. Decided to stick it out and not worry about my time or pace
I was only five minutes off pace and came to a long downhill section on Rinaldi where I can make up a lot of time in about 5 miles. I work up to speed and oh shit.......... construction. The road is being repaved.
I barely managed to slow down enough to make a turnright before the construction, lost my momentum and just killed my pace when I got lost in a subdivision.
Tempted to go out again today for 35 just so I can make 200 miles in one month. It's already the most cycling i've done in one month in over ten years.
One of our guys is as small as the girls who come and play touch rugby with us off season. 5'4. ~130lbs. You woulda done alright.
Apologies for jumping in here with a random question, but I figured you guys would know. I can't find a recent update on the Blackhawk CO bicycle ban. Is the issue resolved or still in court? Thanks in advance.
It's with the CO Supremes - awaiting their decision.
The other day, several riders from the last event were reiminishing over it.
I posted the following comment:
I decided to take a nap beside a busy highway last night. For old times sake.
A new friend, Patrick Chin-Hong, posted:
I decided to pour ice cubes and cold water down my shirt for a few hours while hunching over a strong fan. For old time’s sake.
Lastly, Bill “Meryl” Russell took us home with:
I decided to take psychedelic drugs and narcotics together. For old time’s sake.
I hear ya. I'm happy I found rugby when I did - I was 30 (I'm 40 now). I starting playing for a local city league in NC and ended up whoring on with Duke's MBA rugby team & going to play in a cup-level tournament in France in 2007 during the World Cup. :huh Now I occasionally join in the local old boys club.
I like playing it, but coaching is definitely sapping my love for the game right now. What a pain in the balls.
You guys take it easy(ish) playing rugby, even touch rugby. Our last big multi family holiday was made much more interesting when one of the Dad's arrived at the campsite with a broken femur from a tag tackle that went wrong :huh
His wife was not happy at all, she'd had to drive all the way from Liverpool to the the middle of France! The muttering continued for most of the three weeks that we were there.
He hasn't played since...
I'm going to stick to two wheels
Rugby is the sport I wish I'd played when I was young, back in the days when I was strong, fast, and indestructible. Unfortunately it was virtually unknown in the US then; now I see it sprouting up on university campuses everywhere. Even girls play it.
Had a glorious time at Santos yesterday. Having gotten over my fear of clipless pedals, I let loose on the most challenging blue trails, and even hazarded one red trail, just before heading home. My riding buddy Dave, who has accompanied me on virtually every trip up there, said he'd never seen me ride that fast or that smoothly. I felt like I was flying.
The first thing I wanted to do was record some fast sprints. I'm not skilled enough yet to challenge any of the Fast Boyz in the twisties, but on relatively straight sections it's all about brute horsepower, so I thought I'd give it a shot. I ended up with 4 personal records, and my sprint times put me right up there with the records set by two local racers, Mike Simmons and Ted Hollander. I actually beat Simmons in one section, and I'll be gunning for Hollander again next week, when I'm not tired out from previous runs. I'm only one second behind the all time women's sprint record in one section, so I'll be remedying that as well. Can't have a girl beating me.
Ted Wojcik...notdeadyet & still building
All this talk of clipless pedals...
Are y'all saying I should get over my fear of them as well? (Well, not so much fear of them, fear of not being able to put my foot down in time. )
Much more efficient than flat pedals, much easier to disengage than toe clips and straps (no hands required).
You'll wonder how you managed after a very short time.
Case in point was the turn I blew in the race today. Front wheel slid out and I unclipped and stuck a foot down in time to keep from going over. Actually did that twice. First time was on the pre-ride lap. Too much speed going into a corner with too much crapola in it.
So it was a beautiful day for a bike race. Too bad my legs didn't get the memo to show up.
Did a decent warmup with some jumps and some efforts to get ready. Actually got to pre-ride the course (see above) Found out that the Belgian Wall was indeed rideable. It was a hair faster to run, but once you got to the top it was faster if you were already riding. I got passed by a few guys running up the hill only to pass em again when they were getting clipped in.
So off we go! Immediately I start losing spots. See what I mean about my legs now showing up?! I lined up further into the field than my number would suggest I should have, but oh well. They didn't say anything and I wasn't volunteering to go to the back. At that point, I thought I still had it.
No first turn wrecks.
Did hear a few mechanicals happen behind me. One guy ripped his derailleur off his bike. Didn't ask if it was OK. Forgot. One guy did a Superman impression in the second big downhill. It had a couple of holes and *I* almost did the same thing when my hands slipped on my hoods. :eek1
I did ride the Zipps, but I probably would have been better served to have ridden my Escape wheels. There wasn't nearly as much high speed stuff as I was expecting. Lots of 180deg turns. 27/29psi seems to be a good bet pressure-wise with the Grifos I have on the bike. The rear threatened to roll some a few times and I hit the rim a few times but overall, not bad.
Usually I get better as the race goes on. Not t this time. I actually had to back off a bit at about the halfway mark. Lost a few more spots. At one point, I was up to as high as the mid-50s!
Oh well. There's next weekend...
wow, 2 months of convalescing with a busted foot, and I sure got out of shape.
rode 4 miles friday at a decent pace, and the same 4 today, a little brisker (15 minutes). I can't push the pace any harder or my foot starts to hurt, but my cardiovascular can't take much more yet either. sucks to get old and lazy.
maybe next time I push it up to 2 laps around the levy ... my 4 mile loop looks like... https://maps.google.com/maps?saddr=...=b&mra=dme&mrsp=3&sz=15&via=1,2&z=14&lci=bike
My daughter and I went for a MC ride yesterday to do some leaf peeping. A park at the end of my normal route was taped off for some kind of race. Turns out there was a cyclocross race in town. If I had known, I think I would have given it a try. Does not really matter though, because I talked myself into trying one next weekend a bit north of where my daughter is going to college.
Sold my dirtbike and am hoping that some kind of bicycle racing will replace that. Maybe it is cyclocross.
Find out next weekend.
In about ten days it'll be six months since my first op.
The past two odd months on my feet have not exactly been pleasant. Hang in there. It'll get better.
At least that's what they keep telling me....