Wednesday, March 29, 2006

Bike theft

Yet another reason to lock up your bike while at the Mill Mountain zoo!

Tuesday, March 21, 2006

Real life

Most regular people don't "get" us. They don't understand why we spend hours and hours in the saddle. They can't see why we devote so much time to our hobby. Normal folks say our passion is too much like work. "How far do you ride?" I wish I had an extra hour of training for every time I'm asked that. "Why do you ride so much?" or "Why would you do that to yourself?" are also asked alot. I say because it's real. You do the work, you see the results. But I still have a hard time getting my point across : You only get one chance at life, so make the most of it.

I'm also asked alot about competition. "Do you want to stick it to you competitors?", they ask. "Do you have an enemy you race against?" Not at all. I have the utmost respect for every person who pins on a number. I think in today's wacked-out world that conflict is replacing competition. Sports shows devote more time to pro athletes jawing at each other than the games they play. One TV show after another shows people at each other's throats. Sportmanship is dying fast, and it's a tragedy. I want to see everyone who races do well. I want to win, but I'm not a sore loser. I'm just thankful that I have the opportunity to race and ride with folks that love it as much as I do. I get beat more than I win, but I never lose at having fun. And, in this great hobby of ours, there are many just like me.

OK Warren, what's your point? Only this: Shut out the rest of the world that says you need to make others look bad so you can look good, encourage others and have fun riding your bike.

Friday, March 17, 2006

What's wrong with this picture?

...from at this year's Paris-Nice. Do you see what I see?

Tuesday, March 14, 2006

New tattoo

Check out my new tattoo. A big rock on Mill Mountain's Monument Trail was the artist. The mountain came at me full speed and I stopped it with a shoulder block. Nothing broken. Nothing dislocated. Big wheels and wide bars are no substitute for better judgment.

Sunday, March 05, 2006

The adventures of Baden and friends

Baden lives in Arcadia at the base of the climb up Chestnut Mountain. He lives right in the heart of some of the most challenging, rewarding and beautiful mountain biking territory in Virginia. I'm fairly certain however, that he'd never been along on a ride like we had planned for this past Saturday. He decided to come along anyway on our ambitious assault of the nine mile Chestnut Mountain climb, and stayed with us for another grueling ascent up Little Harkening Hill. (Note: don't let the name deceive you. The climb up Harkening Hill rises over 1500' in about 4 miles) Baden showed his lack of mountain biking experience by failing to bring any food or water along. He was also going full-tilt almost from the very beginning, wasting precious energy that he would need later. At about mile 17, it was obvious that he had pushed himself a bit too hard. He would stop and lay on the ground to rest every chance he could get. He started drinking from streams and puddles to cool down. He even went so far as to lay down in the mud a few times. Exhausted. Completely. Everyone in the group could see it in his eyes. He couldn't go much further. We had no other choice. We grabbed a cell phone from a hydration pack, found the number on his dog license and called his owners. They came to meet us where the trail met up with a forest road, thanked us for looking after him for the day, then drove him home so he could rest. I bet he's still sleeping. Baden will probably still chase after the next group of riders that passes his house, but I bet he turns around and heads home before running 20 miles again. Thanks for the company Baden!

Chas and Baden taking a break

Dale, Chas, Baden and Pookie

Around the rock

Dale and Chas

Thursday, March 02, 2006

Weekly rides have it all!


Wooden singlespeed conversion

Pedals falling off

I can fly! I can fly! I can...