Marek said it and I believe it and it sounded cool. I can't remember what year that was when I read that, but right at that moment, I decided that I would race in The Hell of the North circuit race one day and that one day is coming up in a couple of weeks. I have got my Maxxis Re-Fuse 700X25s and I am waiting on my puncture resistant tubes with the 48mm presta valves to get delivered to me soon. I have been pedaling my bike around in circles, mostly by myself, in the RMR Crit Series and even though I am still slow, I am in the best cycling shape of my life. Basically I am ready.
Sunday, March 18, 2012
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If I don't obey the traffic rules then how can I expect anybody else to? If I can't stop and wait at a red light how can I expect Ricky Rednecky to give me three feet when passing me as I'm riding my bike? I can't and he won't. I learned that there is no relative safety. Safety is absolute. When I got home after rolling right through that red light I parked my big green van in the garage and went inside the house and I was sure glad that I wasn't doing something stupid like that on my bike.
Sunday, March 11, 2012
Friday, March 9, 2012
I've smacked the pavement a number of times over the years and each time it's my palm, wrist, forearm, elbow and shoulder that takes the brunt of the impact. I have the scars to prove it. Usually it's on my left side from trying to protect the drive side of my bike as I'm hurtling toward the ground.
My collar bone was wondering "is that all you got? Meh. Piece of cake." Got the bike fixed up enough and rode it back home. I was stiff and sore the next day but no real harm done. Except for the cracked open helmet and a few items of kit. Oh and the abuse to the bike. It made me thankful that I'm not a "real" cyclist. It gave me some consolation for always being the last guy up the hill and for being the big guy that's usually popping off the back. It made me glad (kind of) that you don't have to squint to see my upper body like you have to do with a "real" cyclist.
So, if you're a "real" cyclist, let ME inspire YOU. Do some upper body work. Eat something. Stat. I need you to slow down a little so I can keep up. I need you to get to a point where I can make it up the hill with you.
I learned a valuable lesson that day. Maybe I can share it with you "real" cyclists. The only thing that should be cracking is your helmet or your bike. Lift some weights. Please. Eat some food. Please. I'm getting tired of hearing your collar bones snap.
Wednesday, March 7, 2012
I spent most of the race in a one man break - off the back. The nice thing about these photos is that you really can't tell one way or the other. But I know. I get the feeling that I'm going to spend a lot of time this spring and summer doing intervals and hill repeats as well as the races and the Dream Small Rides.
Monday, March 5, 2012
PARISNICE means that it won't be too many more days until a ride on the trainer is something that fades into a not so fond memory and the fresh air outside replaces the stale air blown from a fan that you have been pumping in and out of your lungs all winter long. There will be that day soon when all of a sudden you notice the little life giving buds there on the cold stark winter worn tree branches and you wonder how your fitness is going to respond on your first long ride of the season where your legs and arms get touched by the sun again.
Saturday, March 3, 2012
Everyone in my flite just kind of slowly glided past me until - poof - there I was spit out the back and the elastic just snapped. Doink. Without the protection of the group I simply could not hang on and they slowly motored away. It's much harder pushing all the wind yourself so I learned for next time that I MUST hang with the group NO MATTER WHAT.
|original art work by @936ADL|
|I was off the front for about 2 minutes. photo courtesy of Alex Headman|
Friday, March 2, 2012
I am ready to get a good nights sleep tonight. I am ready to eat a good breakfast in the morning and I'm ready to pack my bike in the car and drive down to the race. I'm ready to be too cold before the race and too hot during. I'm ready to put that number plate on my bike. It is number 537. I don't know, but I wonder if there is some significance to number 537? I'm pretty sure the digit 5 stands for Category 5 and I am. I guess after 10 mass starts I can be upgraded to Category 4. But I wonder if the 3 and the 7 mean anything?
I will find out tomorrow. I am ready but being ready and being able are usually two different things. Tomorrow the able? question will be answered too. I'm looking forward to that answer. I am looking forward to learning and improving. I am looking forward to the able. I'm looking forward to the race and the season. The ready part is over and now it is time for number 537 to get on with the doing.