It’s been a long while since my last post. There has been a lot going on and most of it is blog worthy, but with my addiction to facebook and the new job I can’t seem to find the motivation to blog it down. This past weekends events were fun and memorable in their own way and I want to get my thoughts down while there still fresh.
Tribble Mill 12 hour
After experiencing uncooperative weather at the last 2 12 hour races I signed up for this race in hopes of getting in some actual miles in a “race” scenario. I convinced myself that 12 hour solo SS was a good idea and convinced Becky to mimic my actions. Our mileage has been lacking, to say the least, in the last couple weeks so our performances would be questionable at best. We prerode the course a couple of weeks back and I had a good feel for gearing and lap times. I knew it was going to be fast race with minimal climbing. Something I didn’t seem to notice on the preride was the rooty downhill’s.
As the race drew near Mike, aka Jim Dangle, let me know he would be making an appearance and his much better half would be there to help with support. JD and the better half showed up at the house early race day morning and grabbed some sleep in the spare bedroom. We were up early, ate some breakfast and off to the race. We arrived an hour and a half before the race. Becky was nice enough to go out the day before and set up camp. She snagged a great spot with permanent shade along the race course right after the start/transition area. Turnout was great. The race was held at a county park that has unlimited multiuse trails, that not until recently SORBA has started to make a presence and develop a working relationship.
Becky, JD and I lined up for the parade lap start. My older brother and his youngest, Jonah, showed up to cheer us on and enjoy the park. As the race began, I was next to Becky, but I wanted I moved through the field as best I could to get a good spot heading into the ST. The course had 7/10 of a mile of double track before we hit the real trail. I pushed the pace with JD on my rear tire and we were passing folks as the trail allowed. I was a tad out of my comfort zone with pace for a long day in the saddle, but the crowded trail demanded we go fast. We got stuck behind a geared rider who would not yield and our pace slowed. The geared rider slipped around a turn and we made our move. We continued to push past other riders and hit the first decent climb of the day. The climb has short burst then gradual up and repeats itself about 7 times. I was behind a geared rider who spun out and I steered off the trail to avoid him. JD jumped at the tiny gap on the right and tore up the climb. I battled around the geared riders to catch him, but he was gone. I continued to push all the way to the finish. I changed bottles at the pit and the better half said he had a minute on me. I took off for another fast paced lap.
I continued to push outside my comfort zone due to the congestion on the trail and not wanting to be passed. Towards the end of my 2nd lap, my pace started to fade and legs felt tired. I grabbed another bottle with some special electrolytes and started my 3rd. My pace slowed, heart rate slowed, but the legs felt like lead and I could feel the inevitable cramps flaring up. I continued to ride and felt tired and noticed every root my rigid fork hit in my hands and shoulders. I could not get any sort of rhythm going. I slogged through a 4th lap and my ribcage and chest felt like it was cramping. This is new, I thought. I found it hard to breathe and I knew I was dehydrated. I managed to finish the lap and I took a break. It was still early so I thought I may be able to get in 10 laps for 80 miles. That would best my current mountain bike mileage of 65 at one time. I enjoyed a liquid sandwich and before hopping back on the bike I noticed my seat had slid back on the post from where it started. I didnotice while riding my legs was hurting in a different place; I was also getting rubbed more than usual. I adjusted the saddle and knocked out 5 and 6 with no real memory. I rolled in from 6 and Becky was in the pit. She looked tired and said she wasn’t sure if she was done or not. I rested and ate everything I could get my hands on. Becky joined me for another lap as we rode, my legs seemed to hurt less, they had a little spring in them. I started to get a rhythm on the ST and was able to sit and grind the climbs. Becky and I finished the lap and she called it a day. Brother Dave showed back up with his family in tow and some much needed Tylenol. (Big Thanks)
JD rolled in as I was getting ready to head back out. He had already knocked out 9 laps in 8 hours, but he had lost feeling in hands and fingers. I tried to talk him into another lap, but he made the smart move and called it a day. Lap 8 went by quickly and I was feeling great. The longest climb of the day was at near the end and I started to cramp while seated, but I would stand and they went away. Finished 8 and it felt faster than my first lap of the day. Lap 9 was identical to eight. Put the light on for 10, but it was still fairly light out so I figured I could finish without it. Halfway through 10 another SSer caught me and we finished the lap chatting about anything and everything. It was good to have someone to talk with as the sun went down in the woods. I rolled across the finish line with 11:03 on the clock and to cheers from my fellow riders turned support crew. They were packed and ready to go. My back was completely locked up and JD informed me my body would pay me back for the extra effort. I hobbled back to the truck and we went in search of big ass burritos.
The course was great and Dirty Spokes put on a good show. The weather was warm, but not too bad. The trail seemed to get rougher as the day went on.
I had a great time and I am so proud of Becky for knocking out 6 laps I made her sign up for 12, but if she had entered the 6 she would have easily finished mid pack. I am happy with my 80 miles considering the amount of training I haven’t done. Huge mega props to Jeanie for running support for all of us.
Next on the schedule: Drama Queen
Pics to come as they show
Monday, July 13, 2009
Wednesday, May 6, 2009
Sunday, May 3, 2009
Yargo 12 hour MTB race, A (very) Dirty Spokes production
Becky and I signed up for the 12 hour co-ed duo and brought the singlespeeds for a day of fun. We parked the truck, registered and set up our site. Space along the race route was limited so we were left with a spot about 100 ft off the course. My brother Dave and his oldest son, Big E, showed up for the race start. I lined up in the back, not to concerned about my starting position,mistake. The race started with a parade lap, and I slowly worked my way forward. 3 minutes in and we hit the singletrack. My poor starting position left me behind a large number of geared riders, who didn't understand the finer points of singlespeeding, like space, momentum and momentum. I know the course quite well and it is a SSers delight. Lots of drop ins and swoopy singletrack that when hit at speed and minimal brakes can equal tons of fun. Behind geared riders I am leg pressing, track stand, leg press, track stand. We hit some small uphills and I make my break for it. I easily pass 10 riders in less than a minute. More climbing and more passing. Now I'm moving along at an acceptable pace. I catch another group of riders. I didn't want to be a jerk, but I got the feeling some of the other riders were unsure how to pass or how to get passed. I just started shouting "pick it up boys" and "open it up through here". Riders started getting the message and would either move over or pick it up. The course was a little muddy in spots from the previous nights rain, but the once it got packed in it was going to be fast. I came in from the first lap, put the chip on Becky's leg and off she went.
I hung out with Dave and Big E, then went to the start line to wait on Becky. I didn't even have my helmet on and Dave yells "here she comes." I throw my gear on take the chip from a smiling Becky and take off. The course is now smooth and wide open. I rewarmup and get in a groove. I may go 2 laps I am feeling so good. I pick off one carrot after another. I pass one guy who wouldn't yield the trail after I asked for a pass. I just sprinted by at first chance, he had earbugs in and obvioulsy couldn't here me. Music's a little loud bro. I joined up with another SSer and we were cooking. Then the thunder rolls and the heavens open up. Torrential downpour. We continue to ride hard on a flowing creekbed. We pass a bunch of riders who were questioning whether to continue. The rain stops after about 3 miles, but the damage is done. The trail is underwater. We press on to the finish. I roll up to Becky and and let her know, "This is going to suck".
Becky has limited mud riding experience so I was curious to see how it would go.
Lap 3: Mudfest
Becky rolls in as I stand and wait listening to stories of riders who just finished. One guy says he passed a girl on a SS who had hit 5 trees and was crying. I was worried for a second and then thought, Becky doesn't cry. She rolls in and the only thing clean was her smile. I take off, mud, mud, mud. Finish and Becky is ready for her third lap. She rolls in dirtier than the last lap. She says she is done and I don't blame her. I tell her we are in 4th and 3rd is in reach, get the lights ready for my night lap and some food. Lots of food. I do another ridiculous mud lap. Spin, spin, mud, mud, climb, climb, spin, spin. I complete our 7th lap, check the standings. I would have to catch 3rd place, who were out on there 8th in order to podium. I asked Becky " you good?" she responded "yah". I agreed. I had some energy left in the engine, plenty of time, legs were spent so we conceded. The 5th place team did another lap and passed us. We ended up in 5th out 8. I would have had to ride 10 minutes faster than my previous daylight lap to podium.
Who cares? My big brother Dave brought wings, a pub sub and beer. I made the right choice.
Becky, post lap clean up
Post race
SirGold is a dirty boy
7 laps, 86 miles, 20 lbs mud, 1 pub sub, 2 bike washes, 4 rewashes.
Becky had the fastest lap (on square wheels, ask Hodge)
Bring on DSG... Team BockandCallSS will bestow its awsomeness on its unsuspecting victims.
I hung out with Dave and Big E, then went to the start line to wait on Becky. I didn't even have my helmet on and Dave yells "here she comes." I throw my gear on take the chip from a smiling Becky and take off. The course is now smooth and wide open. I rewarmup and get in a groove. I may go 2 laps I am feeling so good. I pick off one carrot after another. I pass one guy who wouldn't yield the trail after I asked for a pass. I just sprinted by at first chance, he had earbugs in and obvioulsy couldn't here me. Music's a little loud bro. I joined up with another SSer and we were cooking. Then the thunder rolls and the heavens open up. Torrential downpour. We continue to ride hard on a flowing creekbed. We pass a bunch of riders who were questioning whether to continue. The rain stops after about 3 miles, but the damage is done. The trail is underwater. We press on to the finish. I roll up to Becky and and let her know, "This is going to suck".
Becky has limited mud riding experience so I was curious to see how it would go.
Lap 3: Mudfest
Becky rolls in as I stand and wait listening to stories of riders who just finished. One guy says he passed a girl on a SS who had hit 5 trees and was crying. I was worried for a second and then thought, Becky doesn't cry. She rolls in and the only thing clean was her smile. I take off, mud, mud, mud. Finish and Becky is ready for her third lap. She rolls in dirtier than the last lap. She says she is done and I don't blame her. I tell her we are in 4th and 3rd is in reach, get the lights ready for my night lap and some food. Lots of food. I do another ridiculous mud lap. Spin, spin, mud, mud, climb, climb, spin, spin. I complete our 7th lap, check the standings. I would have to catch 3rd place, who were out on there 8th in order to podium. I asked Becky " you good?" she responded "yah". I agreed. I had some energy left in the engine, plenty of time, legs were spent so we conceded. The 5th place team did another lap and passed us. We ended up in 5th out 8. I would have had to ride 10 minutes faster than my previous daylight lap to podium.
Who cares? My big brother Dave brought wings, a pub sub and beer. I made the right choice.
Becky, post lap clean up
Post race
SirGold is a dirty boy
7 laps, 86 miles, 20 lbs mud, 1 pub sub, 2 bike washes, 4 rewashes.Becky had the fastest lap (on square wheels, ask Hodge)
Bring on DSG... Team BockandCallSS will bestow its awsomeness on its unsuspecting victims.
Saturday, April 11, 2009
SS Dirt Gaps
Weatherman said 65 and sunny, how bout 55 and cloudy on the other side of the mountain. The plan was 40 miles and 4 dirt gaps in the Blue Ridge WMA. We were both unprepared for the weather, so we froze for about 4 hours.
Looking good early. Single, 29 and lovin every minute of it!
Heading up Cooper Gap, clearish skies
Heading to Hightower Gap, where'd the sun go?
Still smiling in the fog. Notice the T-shirt, it was the back up cold weather gear
Bikes chillin after a brutally cold 4 mile descent down Rock Creek Rd. to the Fish Hatchery
I missed a turn and added 10 miles to the ride. We stopped in Margeret for some coffee
Love the view. Hated the road. Becky got introduced to SSing on rolling pavement. No smiles. See the fog covered mountain. We came from there and have to go back over it. 8 Mile climb anyone?
The bikes earned there rest and so did Becky.
50 miles,4 gaps, 2 Moe's Burritos.
Looking good early. Single, 29 and lovin every minute of it!
Heading up Cooper Gap, clearish skies
Heading to Hightower Gap, where'd the sun go?
Still smiling in the fog. Notice the T-shirt, it was the back up cold weather gear
Bikes chillin after a brutally cold 4 mile descent down Rock Creek Rd. to the Fish Hatchery
I missed a turn and added 10 miles to the ride. We stopped in Margeret for some coffee
Love the view. Hated the road. Becky got introduced to SSing on rolling pavement. No smiles. See the fog covered mountain. We came from there and have to go back over it. 8 Mile climb anyone?
The bikes earned there rest and so did Becky.
50 miles,4 gaps, 2 Moe's Burritos.
Thursday, April 9, 2009
Niner ariseth
After months of waiting, debating, deliberating and annoying the living hell out of Becky I have finally got the gold niner built and rolling. The latest bump in the road came in the form of the gold fork. I had plans to just ride the KM fork I had to see if I liked the frame and the new geometry. I was telling Hodge of my plan at there new coffee/bike shop that is 15 minutes from my house. His response was to get Cody on the phone with Niner and demand they hook me up with a fork. His logic "you can't warranty a frame with a new frame that has different geometry and not include the fork". Cody got on the line with Frank from Niner and negotiated a deal on my behalf. They sent me the gold fork and charged me employee price plus shipping. I have no problem saying Addictive is the greatest bike shop in the world.
Now the bike
They also beefed up the chainstays and used chromo on the rear triangle. It takes out the "bounce" I used to feel on the old Niner
Nuff talkey, need ridey
Now the bike
The newer geometry definitely makes for a faster handling bike.
Some of the other improvement are the EBB. Not sold on the design yet, but it held up well through 36 miles at Yargo on Sunday.
They also beefed up the chainstays and used chromo on the rear triangle. It takes out the "bounce" I used to feel on the old Niner
We also added this to the stable. Becky loves it. Gave up the Vassago frame for it, but it is totally worth it.
I've been on the fence regarding the Cohutta 100. I considered doing the 65 again and shooting for a better time than last year. I decided, this year, to make smarter bike race decision. Last year I got in over my head on a couple races and left them completely unhappy with my effort. I know I can finish the 100, but the thought of being on the bike for 12 hours isn't that appealing at this point. After ScraffyZ offered me his 65 entry at a discount, I took it as a sign and committed to the 65.
Nuff talkey, need ridey
Sunday, April 5, 2009
Gears Shmears
Becky got a 29er SS this week. We took it to Chicopee Saturday, she did 14 miles. I had more technical issues with the Niner, so my ride ended early (don't want to talk about it). We hit Yargo today. Becky did 2 laps = 24 miles. Heading up the only long climb (gas line climb) Becky says to me "gears shmears". I just smiled and thought to myself "I know". Welcome to dark side. Pics later beer now.
Sunday, March 22, 2009
Tanasi.... technicalities
After the rain filled weekend last week, Becky and I were all geared up for a weekend of riding. We spent Saturday riding the road, handling responsibilities and tearing up a crawfish boil. Sunday we had Tanasi on our minds. Great place to get miles of ST without repeat laps. I am upping the mileage for Cohutta and Becky is trying to maintain BadLass status. I should have known there would have been problems when I found out on Friday that SirGold aka Goldie would not be ready, more on that later. Today went like so:
Coffee, then run to the store to get dog food.
Quick maintenance, pump up Becky's shocks, air up the tires, add a bottlecage to the frankenbike KHS (currently the "go to" steed).
Load up bikes and dogs, lunch on the way.
Forgot chain lube, floor pump, gloves for Becky. Should have called it a day.
3 mile pave climb , Becky's bike is ghost shifting. Trail adjustment
Becky gets a flat and we work on repairing it, knock out brake pads installing wheel, fix it and we're rolling. Tire appears to still be leaking, hit it with the last bit of CO2 we have. Seems to hold.
Becky wrecks hard on rooty trail next to river. Walks it off. Finish Brush Creek.
Cross bridge, head back to truck to check on dogs.
Sidebar: last time we road Tanasi, we took the dogs. They loved the river and the trails. We would walk them, ride, then come back. They would nap in the truck until we returned. They had a blast.
We return to the truck and are chatting up some folks from Ohio. I borrow their pump while Becky goes to let the dogs out. Day is over.
One of the dogs got sick and left breakfast all over the front seats. The back seat (dog seat) was fine.
The smell was awful. I used the newspaper to clean up most of it.
We drove home with the windows down and 14 hard earned miles under our belts.
A pitcher of margaritas at the local mexican joint eased the pain and smell a little.
At my current rate of training, I will not be ready for 100 dirt miles. So, i am going to take the riding time as it comes. If the schedule opens up, I ride. The only goal being getting miles on the bike.
Now speaking of the bike, or SirGold aka Goldie and technicalities. I de-parted the Jabber and went down to Addictive to have the headset and BB traded out. Bear in mind, Addictive is 30 minutes from my house and 30 minutes from work (for the next 2 weeks at least). They were getting bikes ready for the 6 hour race on that Saturday, so I left it. I knew i was going to rain all weekend, so I planned on picking it up the following week. Matt calls me the same day I dropped it off. BB bracket won't work the new EBB requires a 73mm shell (would have been nice of Niner to mention that). I have to order one in, should be here early the next week. Next week comes. "Cody, how's Goldie?" "Dude, we installed the new BB, but the spindle is to short to clear new beefier chainstays. We have to order a 73mm x 121mm." They ordered the correct size and it should be here next week. I guess Niner assumed everyone would use an outboard BB and spacer sould be used. They didn't mention the need for a different BB if using square taper. Would have been nice to know in the week I waited to go pick up the frame. Could have ordered it then. Something that irks me about Niner. All new technical information is given in threads on the Niner forum on mtbr. They don't have it on print or on there new website.
Next technicality, from the annals of mtbr. My current Reba fork will not work on the new improved Niner geometry. It apparently has a 38mm rake. Before this dilemma, I had no idea what rake was. The new Niner forks have a length of 470mm and 45mm rake. Steel runs you $179 (not offered in Gold) and the new carbon is $350 (not available until May). I have a Karate Monkey fork on the KHS and it goes 468mm with 43mm rake, pretty close. I guess I will run the KM fork and see how it goes. I could go with a ODIS fork, 468 and 45 rake and it would look cleaner. Buuuut, the the KM works out, there is a local paint shop that may be able to make a color match for about $40. We'll wait and see.
That last issue is the most technical research I have ever done on a bike. I went SS to limit all the technical mumbo jumbo.
Anyway, hopefully I will have the bike by the end of the week. No pics, forgot the camera too.
Later, Player
Coffee, then run to the store to get dog food.
Quick maintenance, pump up Becky's shocks, air up the tires, add a bottlecage to the frankenbike KHS (currently the "go to" steed).
Load up bikes and dogs, lunch on the way.
Forgot chain lube, floor pump, gloves for Becky. Should have called it a day.
3 mile pave climb , Becky's bike is ghost shifting. Trail adjustment
Becky gets a flat and we work on repairing it, knock out brake pads installing wheel, fix it and we're rolling. Tire appears to still be leaking, hit it with the last bit of CO2 we have. Seems to hold.
Becky wrecks hard on rooty trail next to river. Walks it off. Finish Brush Creek.
Cross bridge, head back to truck to check on dogs.
Sidebar: last time we road Tanasi, we took the dogs. They loved the river and the trails. We would walk them, ride, then come back. They would nap in the truck until we returned. They had a blast.
We return to the truck and are chatting up some folks from Ohio. I borrow their pump while Becky goes to let the dogs out. Day is over.
One of the dogs got sick and left breakfast all over the front seats. The back seat (dog seat) was fine.
The smell was awful. I used the newspaper to clean up most of it.
We drove home with the windows down and 14 hard earned miles under our belts.
A pitcher of margaritas at the local mexican joint eased the pain and smell a little.
At my current rate of training, I will not be ready for 100 dirt miles. So, i am going to take the riding time as it comes. If the schedule opens up, I ride. The only goal being getting miles on the bike.
Now speaking of the bike, or SirGold aka Goldie and technicalities. I de-parted the Jabber and went down to Addictive to have the headset and BB traded out. Bear in mind, Addictive is 30 minutes from my house and 30 minutes from work (for the next 2 weeks at least). They were getting bikes ready for the 6 hour race on that Saturday, so I left it. I knew i was going to rain all weekend, so I planned on picking it up the following week. Matt calls me the same day I dropped it off. BB bracket won't work the new EBB requires a 73mm shell (would have been nice of Niner to mention that). I have to order one in, should be here early the next week. Next week comes. "Cody, how's Goldie?" "Dude, we installed the new BB, but the spindle is to short to clear new beefier chainstays. We have to order a 73mm x 121mm." They ordered the correct size and it should be here next week. I guess Niner assumed everyone would use an outboard BB and spacer sould be used. They didn't mention the need for a different BB if using square taper. Would have been nice to know in the week I waited to go pick up the frame. Could have ordered it then. Something that irks me about Niner. All new technical information is given in threads on the Niner forum on mtbr. They don't have it on print or on there new website.
Next technicality, from the annals of mtbr. My current Reba fork will not work on the new improved Niner geometry. It apparently has a 38mm rake. Before this dilemma, I had no idea what rake was. The new Niner forks have a length of 470mm and 45mm rake. Steel runs you $179 (not offered in Gold) and the new carbon is $350 (not available until May). I have a Karate Monkey fork on the KHS and it goes 468mm with 43mm rake, pretty close. I guess I will run the KM fork and see how it goes. I could go with a ODIS fork, 468 and 45 rake and it would look cleaner. Buuuut, the the KM works out, there is a local paint shop that may be able to make a color match for about $40. We'll wait and see.
That last issue is the most technical research I have ever done on a bike. I went SS to limit all the technical mumbo jumbo.
Anyway, hopefully I will have the bike by the end of the week. No pics, forgot the camera too.
Later, Player
Monday, March 9, 2009
Snake Creek Gap: #3
Saturday was the Snake finale for this year. This was to be my 5th attempt of the 34 mile in 7 tries. I really had no idea of how I was going to do. Training has been limited due to weather and work. The plan was to ride hard, eat plenty and have fun.
Becky, Zoey and I camped again Friday night and had a great time catching up with the Nashville crew, Hodge and Millhouse. The night was gorgeous, which made for great camping. We awoke to moisture in the air, but comfy temps for riding. I sweat a good bit, so I like the weather a little cooler than most. We took off to the start line before the racer meeting, which proved a great idea. We arrived in the Dry Creek parking lot, got suited up and everyone stashed their SAG in the back of the truck so they could retrieve it at the halfway and the finish lines. I had to wait on my bike on one of the trailers. Not sure what I was thinking when I put it on there, but it arrived soon enough to make it into the 3rd or 4th group to start.
Me, Cheweiz, Monster (Scott), All business Jeff, Keith and Meanjoe lined up for the gun. We all took off and I settled into the back of the group. I wore my HR monitor for this race, I normally don't, but I wanted to see what average HR was and estimate my burned calories. So, I turned it on. I took it easy on the flat before the creek and just waited for the legs to warm up. I felt awful on the fireroad climb, and was thinking I was in for another long day. I saw Monster up the climb and I was gaining on him, I knew he was not feeling well and when I caught him before the singletrack he confirmed he was in for a long day. I almost suggested he go back to the car and catcha ride with Becky, but I didn't, he's a grown boy.
Once I hit the ST climb, my legs woke up and I started to power all the little grunt climbs. The trail was dry, I really couldn't believe it myself, this trail has never been dry. I got passed by some folks I recognized and some I didn't. I passed some folks and continued to ride pretty good. I saw Jeffy and his tang bike, he became my carrot and I kept him in sight the rest of the first half. We got out of the ST and it just felt faster than usual. Up the needle climb and now were moving fast. Jeffy got outta site for a bit, but I saw him on the ST after the road climb. The creek crossing felt good. I thought this day may get hot, I should lose my overshorts at the half. We make the next climb and ride the ridge, I am riding most of the trail. I think I had to walk a couple spots, but not as many as usual. I follow Jeffy down the fast downhill watching his wheel and almost going OTB on one of the berms.
My plan at the SAG was too get fresh bottles, eat a PB&J, get a snickers, lose the shorts and the ipod, and put some air in my back tire (it felt low). Best laid plans didn't work out. I had turned the HR monitor over, so I wasn't constantly watching it and doing time calculations in my head. I flipped it over in the parking lot. 1:45. What? I am never this fast. I gotta get outta here. Becky tells me J5 is 15 minutes and Keith and Chewiez are 10 minutes. I have the crazy notion, I can catch them if I hurry. I down the PB&J, Becky unwraps the snickers, I take it, grab my bottles and go. As I make the climb out of the halfway point, I remembered about the shorts, ipod and tire. To late now. I make the climb yoyoing with an Addictive rider and a Voodoo rider. I pass the Addictive rider who is working on his bike. He says his rim is bottoming on the rocks. I feel mine bottoming out, but decide to try and ride it out to the next SAG. I go down the hill and check my time. 2:30. I'll be at the left turn in less than 15 minutes. If I can push, I can make 4:15, maybe 4? Cross the creeks, damn the ST is fast today. The rear rim bottoms out on rock and hssssss. I stop and work on getting it changed. People start to pass by, but I'm still looking good. Get it replaced and Jeffy shows up, throws his bike down and yells. "That sucks, you were makeing great time" all I could say was, I know. I blow my first c02 and the second on didn't work well. Jeff ask Stanley if I could borrow his hand pump and he obliges. Jeff goes on as I try to air the tire, but it won't hold. More people keep going by. I start to put the wheel on to walk up to the SAG and catch a ride to the finish. Day is done.
Hodge rolls up like a superhero. Whatcha need bro? Tube. Got it , give me the wheel. 30 seconds later the tube is replaced and we have to use the hand pump to air it up. We get the wheel on and I wait on Hodge to get on his bike, I thought we could tackle the climb together. I knew my PB day was over. Hodge thought differently. He yelled, get outta here and I took off. I sprinted as much of the climb as I could, got to the top, used a floor pump to fill up the tire and filled the bottles. Hodge is coming up the hill as I finish and yells again "what are you doing here? get outta here. I cram a cliff bar down and start riding again. I hate this part of the trail, it start to get rocky and it gradually climbs. Murder on the SS. I normally go into survival mode at this point, but I felt ok. I kept eating and drinking when I could. I would hammer climbs and expect to cramp or fatigue eventually, but the legs kept responding. My technical skill started to decrease, so I pushed the easy climbs and walked the technical stuff. I passed a couple folks and powerwalked the tough sections. I saw the tower and checked the watch. 4:29. I finished the ST and started the descent down. I played it safe. I was happy with the time, so no need to get hurt over a minute or 2. Into the finish. I was tired, but felt like I had more to give. Probably from the 20 minute tire change break I got. I looked through the photos form the guy at the creek and counted 35 people who passed me. Hodge was the 23rd rider to come up.
In retrospect, I learned alot this race. Be more methodical in the SAG. Wear a watch. Keep eating and drinking. A calculated risk is still a risk.
I reaffirmed some things too. Hodge is awesome. Jeffy is awesome.
Training for Cohutta starts this week. First dirt Hundy.
Becky, Zoey and I camped again Friday night and had a great time catching up with the Nashville crew, Hodge and Millhouse. The night was gorgeous, which made for great camping. We awoke to moisture in the air, but comfy temps for riding. I sweat a good bit, so I like the weather a little cooler than most. We took off to the start line before the racer meeting, which proved a great idea. We arrived in the Dry Creek parking lot, got suited up and everyone stashed their SAG in the back of the truck so they could retrieve it at the halfway and the finish lines. I had to wait on my bike on one of the trailers. Not sure what I was thinking when I put it on there, but it arrived soon enough to make it into the 3rd or 4th group to start.
Me, Cheweiz, Monster (Scott), All business Jeff, Keith and Meanjoe lined up for the gun. We all took off and I settled into the back of the group. I wore my HR monitor for this race, I normally don't, but I wanted to see what average HR was and estimate my burned calories. So, I turned it on. I took it easy on the flat before the creek and just waited for the legs to warm up. I felt awful on the fireroad climb, and was thinking I was in for another long day. I saw Monster up the climb and I was gaining on him, I knew he was not feeling well and when I caught him before the singletrack he confirmed he was in for a long day. I almost suggested he go back to the car and catcha ride with Becky, but I didn't, he's a grown boy.
Once I hit the ST climb, my legs woke up and I started to power all the little grunt climbs. The trail was dry, I really couldn't believe it myself, this trail has never been dry. I got passed by some folks I recognized and some I didn't. I passed some folks and continued to ride pretty good. I saw Jeffy and his tang bike, he became my carrot and I kept him in sight the rest of the first half. We got out of the ST and it just felt faster than usual. Up the needle climb and now were moving fast. Jeffy got outta site for a bit, but I saw him on the ST after the road climb. The creek crossing felt good. I thought this day may get hot, I should lose my overshorts at the half. We make the next climb and ride the ridge, I am riding most of the trail. I think I had to walk a couple spots, but not as many as usual. I follow Jeffy down the fast downhill watching his wheel and almost going OTB on one of the berms.
My plan at the SAG was too get fresh bottles, eat a PB&J, get a snickers, lose the shorts and the ipod, and put some air in my back tire (it felt low). Best laid plans didn't work out. I had turned the HR monitor over, so I wasn't constantly watching it and doing time calculations in my head. I flipped it over in the parking lot. 1:45. What? I am never this fast. I gotta get outta here. Becky tells me J5 is 15 minutes and Keith and Chewiez are 10 minutes. I have the crazy notion, I can catch them if I hurry. I down the PB&J, Becky unwraps the snickers, I take it, grab my bottles and go. As I make the climb out of the halfway point, I remembered about the shorts, ipod and tire. To late now. I make the climb yoyoing with an Addictive rider and a Voodoo rider. I pass the Addictive rider who is working on his bike. He says his rim is bottoming on the rocks. I feel mine bottoming out, but decide to try and ride it out to the next SAG. I go down the hill and check my time. 2:30. I'll be at the left turn in less than 15 minutes. If I can push, I can make 4:15, maybe 4? Cross the creeks, damn the ST is fast today. The rear rim bottoms out on rock and hssssss. I stop and work on getting it changed. People start to pass by, but I'm still looking good. Get it replaced and Jeffy shows up, throws his bike down and yells. "That sucks, you were makeing great time" all I could say was, I know. I blow my first c02 and the second on didn't work well. Jeff ask Stanley if I could borrow his hand pump and he obliges. Jeff goes on as I try to air the tire, but it won't hold. More people keep going by. I start to put the wheel on to walk up to the SAG and catch a ride to the finish. Day is done.
Hodge rolls up like a superhero. Whatcha need bro? Tube. Got it , give me the wheel. 30 seconds later the tube is replaced and we have to use the hand pump to air it up. We get the wheel on and I wait on Hodge to get on his bike, I thought we could tackle the climb together. I knew my PB day was over. Hodge thought differently. He yelled, get outta here and I took off. I sprinted as much of the climb as I could, got to the top, used a floor pump to fill up the tire and filled the bottles. Hodge is coming up the hill as I finish and yells again "what are you doing here? get outta here. I cram a cliff bar down and start riding again. I hate this part of the trail, it start to get rocky and it gradually climbs. Murder on the SS. I normally go into survival mode at this point, but I felt ok. I kept eating and drinking when I could. I would hammer climbs and expect to cramp or fatigue eventually, but the legs kept responding. My technical skill started to decrease, so I pushed the easy climbs and walked the technical stuff. I passed a couple folks and powerwalked the tough sections. I saw the tower and checked the watch. 4:29. I finished the ST and started the descent down. I played it safe. I was happy with the time, so no need to get hurt over a minute or 2. Into the finish. I was tired, but felt like I had more to give. Probably from the 20 minute tire change break I got. I looked through the photos form the guy at the creek and counted 35 people who passed me. Hodge was the 23rd rider to come up.
In retrospect, I learned alot this race. Be more methodical in the SAG. Wear a watch. Keep eating and drinking. A calculated risk is still a risk.
I reaffirmed some things too. Hodge is awesome. Jeffy is awesome.
Training for Cohutta starts this week. First dirt Hundy.
Sunday, March 1, 2009
Fallen
He was killed in an IED attack on February 3rd in Iraq. I served with Lt. Col Garnet (Gary) Derby while stationed at Ft. Stewart. He was the Commanding Officer and I was the loader on his tank. He was an outstanding leader and was not afraid to get in the battle. I learned of his death while watching the news Friday night. It hit me hard as I spent the past week searching out Army buddies on Facebook. See the story linked below.http://www.militarycity.com/valor/3950005.html
My favorite memory of Capt Derby:
We were doing a live fire exercise in Egypt. At the end of the exercise we were moving unfired munitions between tanks (we could not take any back to the states). I was on top of the tank awaiting a round to be delivered. Capt. Derby was halfway out of the top hatch talking on his headset. I started to hear a series of distinct pings. I knew right away we were taking friendly fire from the infantry unit on our left. I yelled at the Sgt. delivering the round to hit the dirt. I then jumped right on Derby's head and shoved him back into the tank while sliding in on top of him. He was cussing and screaming until he saw my face and heard what I was saying. He got on the air and cease fire was called. He didn't say anything to me until later in the day we were looking at chips the rounds left in the tank. He just walked up and gave me a high five.
We lost an outstanding soldier and patriot. Please keep his family in your thoughts
Thursday, February 26, 2009
Decisions
Do I keep riding this?
Or build up this sexy beast
The sun brings out the sexy
May be tooo sexy???
What to do, what to do?
Or build up this sexy beast
The sun brings out the sexy
What to do, what to do?
Monday, February 16, 2009
I build wall
Had a day off in the middle of the week. So I decided to tackle a little erosion issue that has been looming in our backyard. Weather was perfect for laying 120 20lb stones.
The before
The before
Wide angle before
Wide angle after
A little closer after
More closer after
More wider after
Need to backfill with some dirt and add some plantings. I still have another issue to tackle in the backyard, but I'm saving it for another day.
Fireroad Free for all
Saturday came with overcast skies and a permanent drizzle that plagued my motivation to ride. As part of my bike training I try and get at least 6 hours of riding between Sat & Sun. That can be any combination, as long as they equal 6 or more hours. I missed the post regarding the Chilly Dawg ride so I decided to get started on some projects around the house and wait for the weather to clear some. I have been doing most of my training and riding solo. Becky rides a good bit, but she went into winter hibernation in late November. Late in the afternoon on Saturday I asked her if she wanted to ride , and to my surprise she gave me a "yes". We decided on the Lanier Islands route, which would give us respectable 25 miles. I decided to take the SS commuter and try keep pace with Becky. Now you should know, Becky is a hammerhead on the road meaning her body does not know how to "just ride along". So I spent the afternoon trying to keep pace with 36 x 16 gearing on a 29er. The sun poked its face out towards the end of the ride and the wind kicked up to keep us in check.
By bedtime Saturday night I had convinced Becky to tag along on a 40 mile fireroad ride in the Bull mtn area on Sunday. Some folks on the Sorba board decided to jump in on the fun. I had no clue how Becky was going to do. She said she was prepared to suffer and she normally does pretty well after a riding hiatus. We met up with our riding partners cRash, Rex and Trudy (funchik) and started out on Nimblewill Gap. Nimblewill is a 7 ish mile climb to where the AT comes out of Amicolola Falls state park. The climb is gradual, but scenic. As I was riding up the first climb I was joined by Rex, he said he likes to climb, I said sweet. We paced each other up the climb talking the whole way. Little did I know we would push each other the climbs all day.
Once at the top of Nimblewill we are rewarded with a rocky, rutted, nasty and fun decent down Old Bucktown Rd. It is an old jeep trail and a great ride. I have to ride up it one day.
The top of the Old Bucktown Descent
Becky out of retirement and railing the downhill
The downhill led us to some paved roads. The paved roads have some of the steeper climbs on this route. The first one is on Tickanetly Rd. It is short, but gets steeper the closer you get to the top. I was able to gap Rex early and hang on towards the top, but he was able to close some of the distance. Becky was not far behind and still smiling, so I was happy. We continued on the paved road to the toughest climb of the day. Doublehead Gap is about a half mile long and is steepest in the middle 3rd. This climbed was used in the Tour de Georgia and has all types of encouragement for Lance, Floyd, Tyler and Levi painted on the road. Bob Roll even gets a mention. I was able to push this climb early and hold on to the top. I was feeling good, the bike was feeling fast and we had one more climb to go.
Base of Noontoola
Noontoola is an 8 mile climb that leads to the base of Winding Stair Gap. It is the most beautiful climb in the area, in my opinion. It follows Noontoola creek and is gradual until the last mile or so. We took our time on this climb, keeping the group together for most of the climb.
Rex and Funchik
The bike enjoys a snack break
More Noontootla grinding (Becky getting ready to attack)
Bike admiring the view (you get 7 miles of this)
In the last 2 miles of this climb the group starts to split up and everyone enters there own little world. Knowing this was the last climb of the day. I wanted to push and I wanted to push hard. I really wanted to see what my legs would give me. I tried to stay in the saddle as long as I could tolerate it. Then stand as the road got steeper. My legs started to burn, then they started to scream, but they never quit moving. I was able to push all the way to the top. Rex came up shortly, then Becky. I was so proud of Becky. This is riding she hasn't done before and she hasn't been on the bike in 3 months. Her legs were in pain, but she was still smiling.
We quickly decended down 77a, they use it in the Fool's Gold route. It is mostly screaming downhill with a small climb thrown in. Rex and I pushed each other to the top of the little climb. We took 28 back to Nimblewill, then back up the road to the car.
This route is Rexpedition approved
Can't wait till next Sunday. I gotta fever and the only thing that will cure it....more fireroad
Sunday, February 8, 2009
17 the new 34
Becky, Zoey and I headed up Friday for the 2nd running of the Snake Creek TT. We made great time, got some dinner and joined the Yazoo crew for some beer around the campfire. Lots of laughs and catching up. Before to long the keg was killed and folks were hiding there beer stashes. Becky and I set up camp and decided to get some rest. Zoey proved to be a good little space heater under the blankets so we slept quite nicely.Morning came and it was time for redemption. I rode so poorly at the last Snake and my snoz surgery riding hiatus left me with the option of riding the 17. I've never ridden the last half fresh, so what better excuse then now. Jeffey jumped in on my idea and to the 17 start we went. A couple lefts, a right, 3 three point turns, another left and we were there.
Jeffey and I lined up and they let us go one at a time. NWGA Sorba was great about the distance change, so our times would count. Jeffey was one person in front of me and would be my invisible carrot for the day. Check in and I'm off. I start hammerin the climb waiting for my heartrate to go off the chart, couple swithcbacks in and I see Jeffey earning some trail karma. I yell, he yell's back and that's the last I see of him. I keep climbing and the legs feel good, the HR settles and I'm feeling strong. This was very surprising, I rarely feel strong and when I do, it is short lived.
I kept pushing and was passing folks along the way. I kept drinking determined to stay fueled. Up the climb to the SAG, they refilled my bottle and to the rocks I go. I run into the Squish, we ride for a bit and talk. I am now riding up climbs I have always walked, my confidence was building by the minute. I hold a glimmer of hope I can catch Jeffey. I pass Scuba Steve and Ruth. I asked about Jeff and they let me know he is way up there, figures. Now I race the clock. Just keep moving. Up the wall hike a bike and ride/ run alot of the sections. I played leapfrog with a guy who was determined to ride the tough stuff. I squeaked by him and saw the tower. I cheesed up for a couple photos, hit the gravel, then the rode into the finish. I headed right over to Jeffey and he was hootin and hollerin about what a blast that ride was.
Pic cred to mtbepic61Hands down, the best time I have had on a bike in a long time to include the festivities before and after the ride. Mountain biking and mountain biking friends, can't beat it.
Big thanks to Mike and Jeanie for being athletic supporters. Big mucho thanks to the best half for all the help and encouragement. Super duper huge thanks to Zoey for being a big sweety all weekend. (She was braggin about all the kisses she handed out)
Sunday's weather was gorgeous, to sore to ride, I did some landscaping and cleaned the garage. Feels good to be productive.Training for the 34 starts Tuesday.
Sunday, February 1, 2009
Ch...Ch..Ch.. Chili Dawg
Saturday came and I was happy to jump in on another Chili Dawg ride hosted by Mike and family of Cartecay bikes in Ellijay,Ga. The last one I was on ended up being a muddy death march, so I was happy the wet weather was not around. However it was going to be a cold start. My plan was to bring my windbreaker jacket and I can unzip on the climbs. After driving for 20 minutes I realized I had forgotten the jacket. Well shit, I have 2 underarmor layers and cycling jersey, I even forgot the armwarmers. I considered running into Wally World (only place open) and getting a cheap jacket, but I decided just to go with the hooded sweatshirt with the alma mater on the front.
There was good crowd, a mix of geared bikes, cross bikes and SS's. Some goats showed up to check things out. The intitial plan was to ride a 28 mile option that was advertised. At the start Mike says, "everybody up for the 45?". Response "yes". Well looks like I am riding 45 now. We started up a good road climb and headed for some fireroad. Hillbilly Productions was along for the ride so you can expect a video to be released of the ride.
The bike was set up for Snake next week, 32x 21. It was fine on the climbs, but torturous on the flats. The sweatshirt worked out great and proved worthy for long dry rides. The marsupial pouch in the front was used to keep my extra gloves and and as food storage. I may have started a new fad, or I may call it a Thad, given the marsupial qualities of the sweatshirt. I scoured the internet looking for a hooded sweatshirt made of wool, but all I could find was full zip. A full zip would be okay, but the marsupial pouch would not be as useful.
Great ride with a great group of folks. The weather was awesome the roads were in good shape.I couldn't stick around for the chili, but I hear it was good. I'll add some pics as they turn up. Here's the route
(check his max speed)
I am thinking about just doing the 17 at Snake on Saturday. Given my lack of riding since the last Snake, I really don't want to be in the woods for 5 1/2 hours and have a crowd waiting on me to go eat. The 17 could be fun, if I hit it fresh. I'll make a game day decision. Gonna try and hit some ST today, before we head to the outlaws for some food and football
There was good crowd, a mix of geared bikes, cross bikes and SS's. Some goats showed up to check things out. The intitial plan was to ride a 28 mile option that was advertised. At the start Mike says, "everybody up for the 45?". Response "yes". Well looks like I am riding 45 now. We started up a good road climb and headed for some fireroad. Hillbilly Productions was along for the ride so you can expect a video to be released of the ride.
The bike was set up for Snake next week, 32x 21. It was fine on the climbs, but torturous on the flats. The sweatshirt worked out great and proved worthy for long dry rides. The marsupial pouch in the front was used to keep my extra gloves and and as food storage. I may have started a new fad, or I may call it a Thad, given the marsupial qualities of the sweatshirt. I scoured the internet looking for a hooded sweatshirt made of wool, but all I could find was full zip. A full zip would be okay, but the marsupial pouch would not be as useful.
Great ride with a great group of folks. The weather was awesome the roads were in good shape.I couldn't stick around for the chili, but I hear it was good. I'll add some pics as they turn up. Here's the route
(check his max speed)
I am thinking about just doing the 17 at Snake on Saturday. Given my lack of riding since the last Snake, I really don't want to be in the woods for 5 1/2 hours and have a crowd waiting on me to go eat. The 17 could be fun, if I hit it fresh. I'll make a game day decision. Gonna try and hit some ST today, before we head to the outlaws for some food and football
Monday, January 26, 2009
Back in the saddle
After my 3 week long purgatory of no bike riding, I eagerly jumped on the road bike Friday for some much needed miles. The weather was in the 60's so some saddle time was a must. My goal for the weekend was 3 days of as much riding as my body would allow. I wanted to stay off dirt for another week to let my wounds continue to heal.
Friday's ride was spent hitting all the short climbs in my zip code. I rode with, threw and around traffic. My only mistake was timing, I forgot about school getting out and had to battle a couple school buses. I got off the busy streets and headed out to the islands. There is quite a bit of construction out that way, so the road bike got some dirt on it and I got to battle the lake winds.
Saturday came, Becky asked "what do you want to do today?" My response " ride my bike and drink some beer." I headed back out to the islands, there was more wind and the temps were cooler, but had a good ride none the less. We had some good chinese food for dinner and picked up some Yuengling B&T to enjoy for the evening. Both days left my legs feeling spent, so I thought a 3rd day of riding was out of the question.
Sunday came and I was reluctant to ride. My legs were tender and I just didn't want to get on the rode again. The commuter was sitting in the garage unsold and unridded. I had built the commuter to get back and forth to work, but my boss wants me drive all over the map at a moments notice, so it has gone unused. Becky wanted to get our interest free loan to the government back from the government and she needed my W-2. I could only print it at work, so what better excuse to ride the commuter. I have it set up 36 x16 with mountain tires. Perfect for the hilly terrain around the house. I took my time getting to work, I rode the greenway and some nature trail. The legs felt great and it was good to be back on a SS.
Something about riding SS that clears the thoughts and senses. Before the end of the ride Sunday I had decided to do all my training for Snake 2.0 on the commuter (Vassago is waiting on parts). There will be no trainer riding unless work puts me in a bind. Back on the supersecret training plan and diet Monday.
Early review of the snoz job is positive. I am actually breathing through my nose, there is a bit more runoff (if you catch my drift) when I ride, but I think that will clear up the farther I get out from procedure. Felt strong on the Friday and Sunday rides, could be due to the snoz work or could be that I'm 12 lbs lighter. Not sure, but I'm sure the Snake we'll sort it out.
Couple other things going on, but I will save it for another post. Not bike related, but some online venting will probably help.
Friday's ride was spent hitting all the short climbs in my zip code. I rode with, threw and around traffic. My only mistake was timing, I forgot about school getting out and had to battle a couple school buses. I got off the busy streets and headed out to the islands. There is quite a bit of construction out that way, so the road bike got some dirt on it and I got to battle the lake winds.
Saturday came, Becky asked "what do you want to do today?" My response " ride my bike and drink some beer." I headed back out to the islands, there was more wind and the temps were cooler, but had a good ride none the less. We had some good chinese food for dinner and picked up some Yuengling B&T to enjoy for the evening. Both days left my legs feeling spent, so I thought a 3rd day of riding was out of the question.
Sunday came and I was reluctant to ride. My legs were tender and I just didn't want to get on the rode again. The commuter was sitting in the garage unsold and unridded. I had built the commuter to get back and forth to work, but my boss wants me drive all over the map at a moments notice, so it has gone unused. Becky wanted to get our interest free loan to the government back from the government and she needed my W-2. I could only print it at work, so what better excuse to ride the commuter. I have it set up 36 x16 with mountain tires. Perfect for the hilly terrain around the house. I took my time getting to work, I rode the greenway and some nature trail. The legs felt great and it was good to be back on a SS.
Something about riding SS that clears the thoughts and senses. Before the end of the ride Sunday I had decided to do all my training for Snake 2.0 on the commuter (Vassago is waiting on parts). There will be no trainer riding unless work puts me in a bind. Back on the supersecret training plan and diet Monday.
Early review of the snoz job is positive. I am actually breathing through my nose, there is a bit more runoff (if you catch my drift) when I ride, but I think that will clear up the farther I get out from procedure. Felt strong on the Friday and Sunday rides, could be due to the snoz work or could be that I'm 12 lbs lighter. Not sure, but I'm sure the Snake we'll sort it out.
Couple other things going on, but I will save it for another post. Not bike related, but some online venting will probably help.
Friday, January 16, 2009
Couch Potato training
Followed up with the snoz doc today. He ordered another week of no exercise. His exact words "be a couch potato" If I must. Now only if I can avoid Becky's baking so I won't swell up.
Sunday, January 11, 2009
Get your motor running
After cleaning off all the mud and shame that was Snake Creek #1. It is now time to focus on getting the bike repaired and having the engine supped up. For numerous years the engine on my bike has suffered from oil leaks. I finally took the engine in to see the local mechanic and he diagnosed an air intake problem. It seems my engines carburetor was not taking in as much air as it could and this caused the air intake to dry out leading to oil leaks. The mechanic laid out my options, "repair it or live with it". I responded "will the repair increase my air intake thus increasing my horsepower?" His response, "maybe". I like those odds.
So we scheduled an appointment for this past Thursday and the repairs went off without any complications. I can already tell there is an increase in air uptake to the engine and the engine has an increased appetite for peanut butter oatmeal cookies. Will the repairs to the engine lead to continued pis poor results? Probably, but at least I will enjoy more air while in the process
Not me, but someone else with the same issue (if your interested)
So we scheduled an appointment for this past Thursday and the repairs went off without any complications. I can already tell there is an increase in air uptake to the engine and the engine has an increased appetite for peanut butter oatmeal cookies. Will the repairs to the engine lead to continued pis poor results? Probably, but at least I will enjoy more air while in the process
Not me, but someone else with the same issue (if your interested)
Sunday, January 4, 2009
Welcome to Weak: Population me
Weak is the best way to describe my performance at the Snake Creek TT. Calling it a performance is even a stretch. I have mulled yesterday's events over in my head and have created a chronological order of thoughts that occurred in my head during the race. Events as follows:"Safe bus ride in with nice guy from Huntsville, He says theres good riding in them parts, I responded, I've heard that"
"Lined up next to the Monster"
"Monster is off the start line fast, but throws his chain"
"Creek is cold, but not too bad"
"Swiftwick T and 12's were a good choice"
"Initial climb ok, oops this is getting muddy, the singletrack may suck"
"Singletrack is awful, can't stand to climb without spinning out, relegated to walking"
"First climb down, legs feel good"
"Cross the next creek, playing leapfrog with Millhouse"
"Monster catches up,but drops his chain again"
"I forgot about this trail of slop that is hard to even walk up let alone ride"
"Get passed by the Addicts"
"Sweet downhill into midway point, God, my back is killing, it usually lets up after I settle in, but it won't let up"
"Eat, dammit, but I don't feel like it, Force down a clif bar, then HTFU"
"Hey, Monster. Let's tackle the next climb"
"Sucks to see the Monster hurting, but it helps my suffering"
"I think that is Chris Ivory, up there. Not sure, he's looks to be hurtin too"
"This ridgeline sucks, Goodbye Monster"
"I am all alone in this crazy fog. GOOD your weak ass deserves it"
" I am weak and I suck at this sport"
"This is my last race"
"How much can I get for my bike?"
"What will I do with all my spare internet time?"
" I should probably eat"
"Ugghh, more climbing. Do I have a trailer attached to the bike?"
"Hey Hodge, your rockin it! Man your awesome!"
"Last SAG, gotta eat, but don't want too, force it in. HTFU"
"Guess I should ride, even little rocks suck"
"Bye Chris, good to meet you"
"I am too weak for these rocks, I should walk"
"Why is my tire rubbing the chainstay, Jabbernut is loose,I needed a break anyway"
"Eat dammit, How much longer?"
"God, I want off this ridgeline"
"Wally from Knoxville seems like a nice guy. He's on a Jabber and is wearing Twin 6, so he can't be too bad"
"Finally, the cell tower. F N cramp, ride it out weakass"
"Can't see anything on this downhill"
"Want to know your time? No"
"Way to go, didn't make any of your goals, you are so F N weak"
"Mountain bike friends are cool"
"Chili's is good after a ride"
"My bike is a mess"
"My brakes are toast and I blew a spoke, that explains the trailer I was hauling"
"The bike is clean now"
"Can't wait for February"
It all started so nicely
Picture cred to Millhouse
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