Bicycle thread

Discussion in 'Sports' started by Zodiac, Jul 10, 2006.

  1. scorpion

    scorpion Two arm bandit

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    Dragged ScorpionGirl on a 40 miler to the ocean on Saturday.
    That gals got moxie and determination for only her second time on a bike.
    Cool part was she made the ride back despite being half pissed up on 4 pints.

    She's a keeper.

    Now I have to find her the perfect frame to build up.
    Maybe a cross or touring cromo frame with XT set up?

    hard to find a pink one.
  2. knary

    knary sunshine and puppies

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    bananas are and were good. :nod
    Still had some cramping at the end of the day. Why don't I just pack my own food for these damn things? :scratch

    :thumb

    For me, 60 miles or so and less is FUN. When you start getting much beyond that, it turns into work. But then you finish and start thinking about when you'll do it again. :lol3
  3. knary

    knary sunshine and puppies

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    That would be the ride Rubber Cow, myself and about 700 other people went on yesterday. Almost any direction the road went in the afternoon there was that emasculating wind. At one point I switched the bike computer to not show speed, I hated watching the number drop so.

    The ride didn't go quite as planned, at least not for me...
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    After waiting for a few of our team to take their turn in the port-a-potties, the ride starts at a nice mellow pace. It didn't even feel like we were at the beginning of a ride that was going to last hours and many many miles.

    The group thins out, a modest pace line forms. Minutes are ticking away, we're warming up at an easy pace. Some faster riders have moved ahead. We catch up with slower riders that started earlier.

    I bid a little goodbye to my friends, step out of the line and move forward. At the front is John, the coach. As I pass him, I see him drop a little lower in the bars and pull away with me. Our pace quickens. Soon it's just the two of us riding together, each taking a turn pulling - though he did more of the work.

    What's that twinge? Damn bladder. I'd skipped the port-a-potties.

    As we pass a man in a blue jersey, he grabs on to our tail. The three of us move ahead. The brisk, just at that point where any faster and I'd be dipping too deep into my energy reserves. His name is Ed, he's on the Department of Corrections cycling team. He's trying to catch up with friends.

    The miles are sliding by at this pace. We're humming along at 21 to 24 mph, with occasional spikes. Ed takes a turn up front. He starts hammering. Our speed creeps up as my bladder is sending off all the alarms. Somewhere a fire needs to be put out.

    I can't take it. I need to stop. I need to piss. I will produce the river nile. I am the headwater of the Amazon. Flow forth great river. But not quite yet. I can see a paceline ahead. Ed and John have grabbed it.

    I crank it up, but too late. Catching a line is a talent. Throwing out the grappeling hooks and hauling yourself forward despite your legs. The sugar is emptying from your body. The burning builds. But if you could just grab the end...

    Then I've got it. I'm at the end. But too late. The line has broken. I've grabbed a handful of people who couldn't hold on. I'm not at the end, I'm flying by the tattered remains of what had been a magnificent line.

    I pull into the rest stop just after John. We'd made amazing time. I feel good. Legs feel strong. Lungs stronger. I know the speed I want and the speed I can hold.

    The phone rings. Someone is down. Not our team. But some of ours are rendering aid - Tera is calling the ambulance, Jorge has his ever ready medical kit out, Mary is watching over everything. There's blood. A report that he can't move.

    As clumps of riders head out, having consumed gummi bears, pretzels, nasty sports drinks (Heed? citrus vanilla flavored seawater. blech), and piles of bagels, I decide to wait and make sure everyone on our team is ok. The man that went down probably crossed wheels. Luckily, last we heard, all he had was a laceration in his forehead and a cracked rib or two.

    One hour later, I'm on the road again. All the faster groups long gone.

    maybe to be continued...
  4. PhilSpace

    PhilSpace The Gov Administrator

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    For us old farts, looking for time, distance, speed and pace info, what do you guys recommend?

    Puleeze don't say a GPS :baldy :lol2
  5. knary

    knary sunshine and puppies

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    I've got a Cateye Astrale 8. You can find it for around $30 at places like Performance. They've got it on sale right now, here. It isn't the fanciest or the prettiest or easiest to read, but it works and at that price, it's hard to beat. It's survived both some of the worst weather the PNW has to offer and my clumsiness (including sending it bouncing down the road at 30 mph).
  6. SofaKing

    SofaKing What the fark!!

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    Way to go Gummee. I think changing out important parts of your bike the night before a race or a long ride for that matter is mandatory. :rofl

    I think I got the same creepy crud you had. Riding after having that stuff is the pits. Push to hard = coughing fits.

    Can't wait to hear this weekends results.
  7. knary

    knary sunshine and puppies

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    continued (briefly :lol3)...

    The rest of the day becomes a blur. The next quarter, between the first and second rest stops, I ride with Jay - mr.slim, the narrowest man you might ever meet. He can climb, but to get through the next 24 miles, he stays on my rear wheel.

    At the second rest stop, Erin isn't there. She's lost somewhere in the farmland. Jay and I leave together.

    Then it gets hard.

    The wind picks up. The wait at the first rest stop assured that there would be few chances to ride with any group. I'd hoped that Jay could take the lead, but his lean frame is only making it worse for him. He falls further and further behind. A couple times I stop and wait for him.

    I'm in the drops trying to minimize the blast of wind. But I can't stay there for too long, I can't open my chest enough to breath fully. I turn off the speed display on the computer. I don't want to know that I'm only going that fast. Ugh. Ugh. Ugh. Just keep the legs moving. The road is turning, the wind... is still there. Another turn...the wind is still there. Ugh. Ugh. Ugh. Whose idea was this f-ing ride?!?

    A trio catches me and starts to slip by. With a push I grab on. This is what I wanted. We hum down the road trading the front position. I look back. Jay is a speck.

    A stop sign. A right turn. I'm at the rear of the group. They shoot right through. What are they doing?!?! This isn't a race track. There's real traffic on these roads and we've been warned repeatedly that the local Sheriff's office is prepared to ticket riders. I don't want to completely abandon Jay. I stop and wait as they pull ahead on the road.

    This new direction, for the first time in a number of miles has us riding without any wind. Jay tells me to go ahead. I can still see that group and like an idiot, I try to catch them. I start hammering. The gap is shrinking. I push harder. I'm in the drops. I'm standing. I'm doing everything. Fuck the rest of this ride. All I want is to catch this group. My lungs are on fire. The gap is shrinking fast. They're just right there, not even a 1/4 mile ahead. C'mon, you can do it.

    No, you can't. A little wind and you're done. Spent. Burnt. Ashes. An idiot.

    Ugh
  8. YakSpout

    YakSpout Obstacle Allusion

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    Keep it coming.

    :lurk
  9. YakSpout

    YakSpout Obstacle Allusion

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    :ear

    How would I select size on the Alias? How long did it seem to take to break in?
  10. Gummee!

    Gummee! That's MR. Toothless

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    Hop on over to the cross forum here to see the link to some pics. The page o' pics loaded VERY VERY slowly for me last nite, so...

    I was laying in bed last nite, listening to the rattle in my lungs. No bueno. Think I went too hard too soon and just drove things in deeper. :dunno Oh well.

    I'm off to Napa to get em to order me some Fastack. Need it for next weekend's race! :ricky

    Gonna go for a little spin here soon. Took yesterday off 'cause my legs were torqued after Sundays's jaunt 'round the cross course.

    M
  11. knary

    knary sunshine and puppies

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    A good shop will have you sit on a piece of foam and measure the dent.

    I've got the cheaper Avatar on my bike and it's been relatively comfy. As per my previous rants about specialized, I'm hunting for a different saddle.
  12. Gummee!

    Gummee! That's MR. Toothless

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    The Specialized seat dealer should have the little gizmo they made to help em figger it out.

    That or they look at you and say 'you're a 145.'

    :dunno

    M
  13. knary

    knary sunshine and puppies

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    continued...

    I ease off. My calves are twitching a painful twitch. Something doesn't feel right. I stop, stretch, and notice the seat has somehow slipped back in the clamp. A quick adjustment, and here comes Jay. We ride on.

    Having not ridden more than 50 miles in the past four months, he's starting to struggle. We're at mile 70 and the wind has beaten him hard. A sweaty feather in the wind. We swap breathy good byes.

    A pair of riders are up ahead. They must be passed. There's no reason for it. But they must be. It is my solemn duty. With energy waning, these little games keep you droning on. More miles slip by. Finally, they're there.

    "I've been trying to catch you for miles."
    -silence-
    "How's it feel now that you have?"
    -silence-
    "I dunno. I'm just pedalin'."

    It was a father son team, each a decade younger or older than me. They'd ridden Seattle to Portland together. Now they're riding the Peach of a Century. Next month, they've got another century planned. Each month, another ride together. As I pedal past on the first real incline of the ride, I wonder what it would be like to have a son.

    We're finally in the modest hills of the route. I spot one of our hard to miss TnT jerseys (a garish purple and green) ahead. It's Marcia and her husband Fred - unstoppable modest Fred. She's come far from having her knee rebuilt more than a year ago, but the hills still punish her. He's pulling her through the ride. Unstoppable, that Fred. Jay comes by, we chat and are off.

    The wind is gone. Now it's rollers. Oh, how I like rollers. I'd eaten a bit and could feel some energy returning. Riders with focused faces slide by behind me. I'm somewhere in front, the rest of the team working through their own ride somewhere on the road I've traveled. Too big a piece of me is happy to be the fastest on our mellow little team built of regular people with few if any aspirations to speed.

    We're at state highway 22. Waiting patiently for a gap in the heavy traffic, I turn. The shoulder is wide and smooth. The air calm and cool in the shadows of massive trees. A brief hiccup of a dropped chain, and I'm moving faster. My legs are strong, my heart calm. I'm flying comfortably down the road.

    A sign ahead cautions, "Divided Highway."

    Shit.

    I missed the turn.
  14. YakSpout

    YakSpout Obstacle Allusion

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    Gotcha. Thanks. Yeah, knary, I remember the big S mess, but I've got to find something to make my butt happy. If it means throwing some cash at them, so be it. I'll make that deal with the devil to keep my chode content.
  15. knary

    knary sunshine and puppies

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    I'm with ya. Good luck on the seat hunt. It's a pain in the ass.
    (too easy)
  16. PhilSpace

    PhilSpace The Gov Administrator

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    Thanks Knary, that's perfect, and on the way :thumb
  17. Gummee!

    Gummee! That's MR. Toothless

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    Lunchtime ride

    Waited for the fog to clear and the temps to rise. Went out to buy some Fastack to glue my cross tires on for next weekend's race. That ended too soon, so I went and did the loop that the lunch ride was gonna do backwards.

    Tailwind (:rayof) on the warmup portion of the ride led me to believe my legs felt better'n they did... :cry

    Up Willow Springs Rd. Not too long, not too steep, but I was grinding away in my 23t cog by less than halfway. Breath coming in shuddering gasps as I inched my way up this @#$#%^#$^ fucking hill! WHY is it that I can sprint at 35-40, but can't climb a hill to save my life? :baldy

    Anyway, got almost to the top and see another cyclist in front of me by about 1/4 mi. Kewl. I'll just catch him and we'll ride back to MH together...

    Uh nope. Right about then I hit the steepest part of the climb and my legs almost gave out. I looked down at my computer: 7 kph. :baldy Almost faster to get off and walk! Couldn't tho. Hadta get to the top. Get to the top.... get to...

    THE TOP!! Woot! :clap

    Coast, coast, coast. Turn over the big gear slowly in order to get my legs back under me, then downshift to something I can spin.

    Got to the intersection at Chesbro Dam and the guy was now double + in front of me. Hmmmm he musta been hauling ass down that hill! Oh well.

    Stopped and talked to a guy on a new Ninja 650 that had been riding around VEERRRRYYYYY slowly and stopping lots. Turns out he was adjusting some new bar risers. Nice guy. Doesn't post on the net tho :confused.

    One hammer session up a slight rise just to prove that yes, my legs are cooked from Sunday's race. Man does getting old suck hard or what?! Useta be recover with a 60min ride on Monday and go to the track for the Tuesday Nite Races on Tuesday (duh!) LSD Wed, then hard again on Thurs. Now I'm lucky to get one hard day in a week! :baldy

    Gotta go wash the car...

    M
  18. Zodiac

    Zodiac loosely portrayed

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    Only got one good night of riding in this week, with the new job and all. Now I'm feeling like you did Gummee a few weeks back. Right on the verge of being sick.

    Hoping I can motivate tomorrow am for a ride before it hits me (looming cold / sick).

    Gonna have to start accumulating some cold weather gear too, I've got none.
  19. Mulekick

    Mulekick 2.7 on Fu Man Chu

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    I've had some crud creep down on me myself.I haven't been on the bike in over a week and it's fucking with my mojo.
    The weather has been stone fuckin' perfect too....:bluduh
  20. Zodiac

    Zodiac loosely portrayed

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    Yup, GF got hit with it yesterday, she's walking around like a zombie bitch on acid.

    I'm waitin for the other shoe to drop. Sucks can't afford to be callin in sick either with this new gig. They're super strict.

    Weather's great here too.