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Discussion in 'Sports' started by Zodiac, Jul 10, 2006.
Bahaha, nice. Man those guys had some chemistry!
Sheldon Brown and Park Tools have fantastic and I mean fantastic instructions for just about any adjustment or repair you would want to make. Park Tools site is what finally helped me succeed with front derailleurs.
Found even more hills for my hill ride.
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Gonna keep adding to it as my body will let me.
Haymarket ride tonite. AKA Gummee! gets worked over by 2 little guys.
First time up the hill? Dropped like a hot tater. Par for the course. Oh well. Got closer, but still no ceegar.
My buddy M got to the first part of 'the loop' and dropped the hammer. I hurt. All over. I couldn't stick with the first set of wheels and had to wait for the group to come get me. Mind you, there's a grand total of 7 or so of us on the A ride, so it isn't like I can 'hide in the pack.'
I've determined I can corner better than most of these guys. Carry more speed thru the corner = less accelerating afterwards.
So the first sprint into The Plains Josh and another guy were OTF. Skinny Dave is on the front hammering for all he's worth to bring em back. I'm on his wheel when he pulls off. I'm not redlined, but I'm working at this point. Cat 1 dood jumps HARD and bridges the 100m+ gap as I'm scratching my head wondering where I'm gonna get fitness to go with.
I didn't have the legs to join the sprint, so I rolled in after everyone. I say 'after,' but it was only ~10m or so
Second lap starts. Josh goes OTF. B sorta-kinda chases, but then sits up. I said 'effit! If I'm gonna hurt, I'm gonna hurt on MY terms!' and went after J. He and I worked the whole way thru the S-Turn and up the hill when Cat 1 dood caught us.
Great! More people to work with me.
Then they started trying to gap me after I'd come off a pull. Cat 1 dood would put in a dig trying to open a gap that J wouldn't close, so I had to. Remember this trend... I didn't catch on for a while the lactic acid haze and your legs screaming at you to STOP! will do that.
We turn right onto the long downhill leg to The Plains town line sprint again and J takes off.
By now I could tell those two were working me over and I let J get OTF by 75m or so. As I'm rolling down the hill with Cat 1 dood on my wheel I've got 2 options: I can let J roll and Cat 1 dood is going to bridge and I'm REALLY hosed or I can tow Cat 1 dood up to J and see if I can't get 2nd out of the deal.
That second option sounded much better than the first, so I put the hammer down and managed to catch J with a few hundred meters to the line.
...and just like I expected, Cat 1 dood jumps me and takes the sprint. I didn't have anything left, so I rolled in behind him
THEN its time to head for the barn. Coupla attacks. Buncha chasing and we're all together at the bottom of the hill. R attacks and gets 50m and everyone's looking around at each other. As a non-climber, the LAST thing I want is the skinny SOBs jumping. So I went to the front and set a pace I could hold, but not too hard 'cause I didn't want to blow sky-high. Managed to get over the top 10m behind em and passed everyone on the downhill.
I'm 'gravitationally enhanced' don'tcha know.
The paceline turned into a fustercluck about 3/4 of a mile from the sprint line. No one wanted to come thru. ...so I found myself OTF by 10m and said 'effit!' again. I've got crapfer legs, so let's keep it fast/steady and see what happens.
Sure 'nuff! they all went past me just before the sprint line. Good thing I didn't have any legs, 'cause I shot myself in the foot more'n once on this ride.
All in all, despite feeling like complete garbage the whole ride, it went pretty well.
I'm supposed to go out with my buddy H tomorrow nite for the Herndon ride, but I'm gonna bet its fixin to get rained out. I'm bringing a bike/stuff anyway, but not holding out much hope.
Just a reminder that RAAM is underway. The individual riders started yesterday and the team riders start on Satuday.
I have two acquaintances in the event: Seana Hogan and Maria Parker. Seana is a legend and has won RAAM a record six times....but the last one was 1998. She's ...uh....well over 50, has two kids over 20....and she'll probably win her 7th if........
Maria Parker, on a Cruz recumbent, doesn't win. Maria already holds quite a few ultra cycling records but this her first RAAM. Maria's well over 50 and is a great person. She riding to raise funds for brain cancer which has hit her sister. I made a donation and got a hand-written thank you note from Maria. Pure class.
Homey.....I'm guessing you know Seana as well as some of the others in the event?
Edit: the 50+ women are kicking the under 50 women's asses at this point.
Good post Head
Some stuff the all carbon generation could learn
So, I had a big write up and this POS Dell computer died again.
I'm not going into it again.
Went for another afternoon ride that I REALLY needed.
stupid iPhone and iPad won't connect to my wireless anymore at home. No idea why, just don't.
Sometimes I hate technology. It all seems so half-assed. Why can't this crap be like a Campangnolo Super Record Derailleur? Simple and beautiful.
Anyway the Strava crap:
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I got some stuff done. My legs are sore, but my heart rate is not really up yet. Rode for a bit with a guy wearing an altitude mask. Weird deal looked like some British Zombie fighter.
That rest day thing works the trick for sure.
Still not really losing any weight, but I am stronger. Back isn't horrible either so I count that all in the win column.
Oh, and one other amazing bit of news; my new/old/original decals for the Pinarello showed up today. These are the correct bits. I've been searching high and low for these for the last 17 years or so. Finally found some when of course I was looking for something else and wandered into the eBay wasteland for a bit one Sunday afternoon, and low and behold there they were.
Now, I have to clean up that frame and get these on there. They won't bring back thirty years of legs but damn they are going to be nice.
I have a set for a post 1984 Pinarello too, that I got thinking they were right only to discover they weren't.
If anybody is interested, I could probably be talked out of them cheap.
What year(s) were those pictures taken?
Awesome! Man I wish I had an influence like that when I was younger. No one cycled around here when I was growing up. Found out WAY too late how cool this sport is.
Very cool, I'm following it, but have no idea about the riders.
First one is likely 1983, the second is maybe 1981, or 82.
About 35 pounds ago.
I had wondered, because the second picture reminded me of the 1970's. In those days though, I don't recall ever seeing a cyclist wearing a helmet.
I was younger, but not young exactly when I learned about real cycling and racing.
That education began with the Coors Classic bicycle race.
I was in my late twenties.
Our daughters grew up at bicycle races, usually when I was working them as an official on a motorcycle. Their first bicycles were made in Italy.
We as a family learned about France and Italy through bicycle racing. We made a lot of friends, covered a lot of ground and went places we probably never would have otherwise. Cycling changed not only our little families perspective of the world but influenced our extended families.
We were lucky to be in Colorado at a time when cycling boomed.
When I came to the sport was just before the end of the mom and pop pro shops. We had several really good pro shops around town. You wanted to visit every one of them because any time you stopped by you were welcomed into a world where there was so much to learn and so much history. Wooden rimmed wheels hanging on walls, Shop owners with thick accents who could tell you tales of racing when men were men and bikes didn't have five speeds.
You have not lived until you have been trounced by some old pot-bellied Dutchman in an afternoon impromptu sprint.
I once stood on a corner in Vail Colorado, working the Coors Classic criterium there, watching as the European riders all pedaled through the corners making up places, as the American riders pointed their inside knees and coasted. That day I learned to ride through corners, and apply what I'd learned from cornering motorcycles to cycling.
I taught myself to push the front of my bicycle and ride through the pedal touching, managing to impress an Olympic track coach when I touched a pedal in the corner and caught the bike without breaking stride.
Cycling made me fit enough to out-skate guys while playing hockey when I had started decades later than them, but I could skate a 30 minute shift and still be fast.
I miss that.
I lived in a place where I commuted so much on my bicycles that the batteries in my beater car and motorcycle would go flat.
If it was snowing that meant I ride the mountain bike. If it was raining that meant I wouldn't be hot.
We were crazy, and having a ball.
Every ride I get to take now brings back a little bit of that old feeling. I'll never be that fast or fit again, but I can get close.
The best part is I learned a fun way to fitness. No boring gym walls, just a bike and a place to go.
Like Willie said, "...it's all practice..."
On my ride last night, crossing the only busy street on my route, with a crossing light. Two cars ran the red. The first jumped on the gas when the light turned yellow about 200 yards out, crossing the line on his side of the "T" intersection under the red. The following pick up was about a hundred yards behind him and I missed him because I was flipping off the first asshat in the Prius. As I started off to cross, I looked out of habit, and had to roll back toward the curb. The pickup was doing more than the speed limit, 50mph and not caring at all.
There were maybe eight cars and trucks as traffic. Nobody really on the street yet these two people decided it was much more important to not stop than me maybe getting hit. I have enough of a hearing impairment so I did not hear them coming. If I had not looked a second time, I would be dead. That pick up was traveling at a very high rate.
Then this morning on the freeway I'm riding the Adventure to work, and a Benz rolls up along side me. He slows, and I look over to see him holding his iPhone below the radio with the backlight off texting with one hand!:huh
He looks up at me and I shake my head, to which he flips me off!:eek1
This is the point where I have to go to my happy place so I don't kick the right side mirror off his E350 with my boot.
Events like the above make me think that GoPro and a headset might not be a bad idea for both bicycle and motorcycle. Just hit "RECORD" when I come upon the morons I usually just navigate my way around. I wonder if there is a means to send that sort of recording to the cops so the principals get the recognition they seem to be seeking.
Kids use that crosswalk all the time, skateboards, those razor things and bikes and walkers/runners/and even us cyclists.
What is it that makes a person think that shortening their commute is somehow more important than possibly ending somebodies life? Or that ANYTHING on that fucking phone is worth looking at while driving?
Still, I ain't gonna let them harsh my buzz.
I found these in the back of my closet last year...
Man you guys have some old crap laying around.
When we moved out here in 97, I found a box full of old motorcycle helmets. Smelled like hockey gear.
I tossed the whole thing.
Anyway, went out for another ride .Felt tired. I'm not sleeping great, and going to bed late and waking every hour or so isn't a big help.
But, I got a ride in and that's what counts.
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Hard ride and I was / am tired.
Just rolling home. It was a nice day, though we had the typical Crissy Field headwinds. Set a couple nice PRs, too.
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I was thinking more along the lines of an ESD event. Something that disables the toy for a bit. MAybe I can get the collective working on it?
ESD... where cyclists are kings!