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Discussion in 'Sports' started by Zodiac, Jul 10, 2006.
Hehe... I'm only a danger to myself usually.
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Well then, CONGRATULATIONS!
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It’s the usually I’m worried about.
Went out with the girl again today down in the Bosque. There’s a nice little farm down there that serves coffee, so stopped off there first
She headed back, I spun on for 33 very flat miles (325’) in a total of 2hrs and 11. Longest ride since surgery, and things are progressing nicely. Left leg starting to burn, so at least it is in use and getting stronger. Plus riding a hardtail heavy mountain bike has got to be good training, right?!
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Do you use the single speed because of mud and derailer problems caused by mud and conditions?
needs more green chile.
Honestly, I don't know why I'm still so drawn to single speed... It is how I was introduced to mountain biking, and I do appreciate the purity/simplicity of the K.I.S.S. approach, but it is certainly not the most efficient way to do just about anything. There is the benefit you mentioned in crap weather, but that's also offset by the climbs being infinitely more difficult from being slicked and muddy.
I like the challenge of picking the gearing for a specific course/condition, then seeing how that worked out with the other racers.
I'm sure there are a few other things I could list but it gets boring, quickly.
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Singlespeed is definetly easier and harder than geared bikes. Fun in a different kind of way.
Among other things, they'll teach you how to read the trail since momentum is key.
One of the quiches has green Chile. :)
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Did a little moto work yesterday: Installed an oil cooler on the 525. Also put the stock tank back on; much slimmer and I don't need 4 gallons of gas for hooning around in the local hills. Will put the big tank back on for trips. No Sheetiron for me this year, since one of my riding buddies has a conflict; we're going to do our own ride up in Mendo a few weeks earlier.
Got down to Soquel Demo Forest for a loop today; my wife wanted to spend the afternoon at her parents' place in South San Jose, and I was to come back at dinner time to eat with them and pick her up. Since their place is somewhat closer to Demo than home is, I figured this was a good excuse to head down that way.
Had a good time; the trails are in great condition. I think this is the first time I've been down there since my frame swap last year, and I'm still real happy with how the thing is working for me. Flow trail is still pretty awesome.
When I was first getting the bike unloaded another guy driving up asked if this was the demo trailhead, and how to get to the singletrack; I gave him a quick rundown, then headed out while he was parking. He caught up with me again at the bottom of Flow, and we rode the 4 miles of mostly-uphill fire road back to the trailhead together, talking bikes and e-bikes. He was on a Cannondale e-bike, and even on minimal assist was having a much easier time of it than I was. But I was happy to have the pacer -- I pedaled a lot harder and more continuously than I would have if I'd been solo.
Sorry about your dad. We lost my mom nine years ago. A good bit older, but still it is tough on the whole family.
I'm soon to turn 65. medicare kicks in the second of May, and Social Security hits in July.
I'm in that mode where I'm discovering how much I can still do. My compressed spine is the big limiting factor for standing, sitting, riding motorcycle, lifting stuff, doing dishes. OK, I lied about that last one.
My wife and I plan to walk a lot, ride a little eat and drink moderately and laugh until our sides hurt.
I plan to be around long enough to spoil more than a few grand children.
I only experimented with smoking as a kid, but that was back when tobacco companies sent product in the mail to us. No, really to everybody.
Three cigarettes in a box.
OK, maybe not so funny.
Then came cigars and alcohol in uhm high school, college...
The dumb stuff I've done mostly revolved around breaking things. Arms, noses, heads, arms, toes and fingers. So only pain.
Back to losing a parent, my oldest daughter put a thing up on Facebook about my mom who was very special to not only me and my brother, but because she grew up with three brothers, my brother's and my daughters, (yes both of us had two daughters apiece as if to balance things for mom) anyway it brought me to tears remembering how much I miss her still, but also how much she meant to everyone who knew her.
So, to indulge all that,
I learned to iron and sew thanks to my mom and dad. I learned to do needlepoint and make bread thanks to my mom's mom and grandmother. My great grandmother.
I still know what her bread should feel and smell like. That is how my great grandmother cooked. By feel and smell. My mom created a recipe from measuring what Grandma scooped up to dump into the bowl.
Years later I reconstructed this recipe in modern terms so my daughters, my brother's daughters and our cousins could all learn how to make great grandma Ericson's rye bread. I found a farm in Kansas that raises grain without the nasty stuff, and I got a big bag of flour like my great grandmother used.
There is a sort of long story I'll tell at another time, or maybe I'll write it up and just link that here.
For now, I'll leave this at this, I figure immortality is achieved when we are remembered by those we've touch and who retell our stories.
Back then there was a sign on the door of the shop at the top of the mountain that read, "Slam it Dammit, let the flies crawl under"
My brother and I learned to read, reading a King James bible at a parochial school kindergarten, so reading a sign at the top of the world was child's play.
so to speak.
My mom loved cats,
This is that guy as a baby,
He remembered her voice after a few years of being away. We walked into the park and mom said his name to us as we walked along the far side of his enclosure. he jumped off his perch atop a shed thing and ran over to where we all stood with mom. Scared the hell out of the tourists.
He rubbed his head on the fencing like a kitten.
Made this noise, like a REALLY big kitten purring.
Mom lapsed into coma after a stroke. I was riding at speed across the desert to get there. When Dad called, I sat in the desert.
Alone, in the heat and cried my heart out.
We spread mom's ashes where my dad and her camped and fished for more than thirty years.
We should all hope to depart this mortal plane being so loved and well remembered.
I've always recalled this saying though since my grandfather's death that similarly rocked me to the core. When a loved one dies, it's only their body giving way to the limits of the physical world. They are still very much alive in hearts, mind, and memory... so long as a person's name is still spoken aloud by people that remember them, that person is still very alive.
Damnit, all this pollen is getting to me...
Great job Ridge.
Don't forget to do your taxes so you can blow your return on my bike stuff in the FM!
Oh, if my stuff don't fit, there have been some other inmates posting up some nice stuff as well.
I took my Cutthroat out yesterday for an easy ride, but got distracted by a new singletrack trail that the local MTB trail group built. So, even though I had a bike with no suspension, drop bars and an aero bar, I decided to tackle it. It was phenomonal. Super twisty with sections of difficult granite rocks to negotiate followed by other sections that were a mix of soft sand or switchback climbs and descents with cool drop offs. There are plans in the works to continue to expand that area. I am definitely going to include it in my rides as often as possible.
So, I went for my usual loop ride.
In the wind. It was colder than I thought it would be.
Oh, and the wind picked up as the ride went on.
So, I had that going for me.
Uphill into a chilly wind, what could be more fun?
This all came to pass as I approached the lights at the Harbor road. Light changes to green so I can turn left and head up Golden Lantern.
So, I did that.
I'd planned on riding along the river to hide from the wind and cold.
Ah, well I needed the work.
When I turned onto Alicia to head back, the wind was still mostly in my face.
Mostly off my front right quarter. Gusting enough to toss me from one side of the bike lane to the other.
As I climbed to the intersection before Aliso Woods I spied a rider ahead.
Cool, a rabbit to chase.
I caught him as the road turned up, then got to its steepest part where I rode by, then had to move into the traffic lanes as they were cutting trees and had the bike lane blocked. This put me into the teeth of the wind.
I gutted it out, grinding my way to a new PR.
Young guy in full team kit. Fancy bike. he was not liking the hill, or the wind.
As the hill leveled I shifted up and up and up. Each time spinning up on top of the next higher cog.
That felt good. I was breathing like an old steam engine as I got to a light where I could grab some rest.
I got over to Salt Creek Beach for the usual break and grab a little reflection out on the grass hill.
When it is windy and cold not too many folks laying about. The rest of the ride was the usual. No cramps but I can feel the work.
31 miles in 2:11, 2,800 feet of climbing. Cold ride when stopped at lights in the wind. Out of the wind and in the sun was warm and nice. There wasn't much of that.
I've topped 1,500 miles for my year so far.
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I did not shower from yesterday's ride, so
For all you that love wicked bike parts.....
Fuck, that’s hot.