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Discussion in 'Sports' started by Zodiac, Jul 10, 2006.
Stomped the piss out of it for 35 seconds!
That’s what she said.
It’s a decent.
Just found I was co/ KOM a few rides ago.
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I'm missing something here
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You ever have one of those nights where your legs feel OK but don't have that little extra oomph to be able to participate when the guys throw down?
Yeah, that was tonite. Felt just OK but off a bit from last week.
Still got in some 'as hard as I can go till I blow' efforts in.
...and one flat. My rear latex tube went psst psst psst at 30mph Aaah well. The guys waited for me (and even started back from the waiting area!)
Just do what I do and create segments in the middle of no where and see how long you can hang on to your KOM.
Wahoo Fitness. Is the Hr strap ANT+ or Bt, though? What about other sensors?
LBS called. New bike delayed further. Bianchi is ‘waiting on a part’. I am told end of month now.
Oltre or Infinito?
Ride with GPS is worth a look also. I use strava too but could care less about leaderboards unless I'm ON IT of course. Really you can use these apps any way you want, no need to stress out about OPPRs (other peoples personal records)
Strava is what I use. I used a few others and hated them.
I think Ride with GPS does more, but I didn’t like it and can’t remember why. Old guy stuff. Hahaha
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Our day out,
Kind of like Red Lobster, only different.
No skinned knees, or even band-aids. We were only really lost for a little bit.
Two hour drive home along PCH for the old farts. Rush hour from a long way away from home.
The only stand alone app I know of is Cyclemeter for iPhone only. Everything else I've seen needs an online account and login before it can be used.
50km mtb race this Saturday. I've barely ridden the last two weeks, and its supposed to be the first hot day we've had. Should be a recipe for pain and suffering.
Ouch. Sounds like type-2 fun! Good luck.
My son and I made the 94 mile trek down to Atlanta Motorsports Park last night for Twilights at AMP. This week night race was supposed to be in April, but got rain delayed twice. Spotty storms were in the area yesterday, but the organizers decided we were a GO this time. The closer we got to the track, the better the weather looked. Halfmonte and I got signed in, kitted out, and used the remaining 14 minutes for a couple of warm up laps to get acquainted with the race track, which was 2 miles of beautiful undulating awesome!
Calm before the storm
Since the weather was iffy, only 13 riders were rule #9 enough to show the fuck up. They put my 13 year old out there with the men. As soon as the USAC official finished her pep talk at the start line it began to rain. I took off like a shot and by the end of pit lane it was pouring so dam hard you couldn't see jack shit. As I approached the first climb at turn 3 I glanced back and they were dropped. I went full gas and managed to gap the pack by a considerable margin. It started thundering and the sky got flashy by the end of the first lap. On lap 2, lightning struck in the woods a few hundred feet to my left, followed by an organ shaking kaboom! Yes, I ducked on the bike as if something was about to hit me in the head. About half way through lap 3, I lapped my son and yelled at him to keep going as I passed him up the hill to turn 8. On the next lap, I heard a BMW boxer sound and noticed the moto ref on his GS riding up my left flank. He said the race was called and it was time to pit in and seek shelter immediately. Great, there goes my lead.
We all hung out under the shade of the race office for about 10 minutes, waiting for the weather to blow over. When we lined up at the start line, the nice USAC official let me go 15 seconds before the pack since she guessed I had that much of a gap when the race was called. They caught me at the end of the first lap. One guy went around me on the front straight for about 30 seconds. Then he pulled off to the left to let someone else have a turn. No takers. By that point I knew that sucking wheel spray while wet drafting was NOT for me, so I resumed my spot in the lead. I towed those lazy fucks around for 6 more laps. They waited until the very last corner on the final lap to pass me, with 200 meters remaining. I counted 7 guys in front of me at the finish. I never touched my brakes the entire time. Pretty sure nobody else can honestly say that. Motorcycle trackday experience pays dividends. I can't wait to do it again on a dry track.