Thanks can never be enough - To the Supporters

 Humility

She'll be dry soon - Pine View

There is a ton of humility that comes with this program and the supporters remind me of it all the time. This year has been different, but in it's own way. The past two years have been a challenge. Between physical limitations and schedules, all things "Porpoise" seemed uncertain at best. Coming into this season there was a lot of trepidation. The total number of riders coming into the Huntsman program was really down. It wasn't only a few years ago we fielded roughly 110 riders with donations approaching $250K. This year, the directory shows 39 active participants. Donations are down as well - which is always a true indicator of the economy as a whole. Road riding has been on a skid for the past 10 years it seems, with what appears to be a minor resurgence in interest - but still low. It used to be you could find an organized club ride or century most every weekend from about the middle of May through the middle of August. Now days, they are few and far between - at best. More mountain bike events with even more gravel programs. I guess people are just wanting to get off the road - and I see why. Going into a couple weeks ago, it appeared things were going to be lean. One or two supporters pulled in, but things were looking.....desperate. Leave it to the crew chief - my better half. Over the course of a few days the minimums were met, taking a ton of pressure off. Still, with that relief comes a certain amount of humility that comes with a knowledge of how important a solid support organization is for such an endeavor. As the time draws closer, the stress gets more intense. Having this support is truly a blessing!

The Supporters

Hawk

This guy is the greatest! I've come to know him in the professional and trade field and am impressed with his grit and tenacity. A great tradesman in his own right, he has the ability to stare down the most daunting of situations with coolness and resolve. If you look up grit in the phonebook, you'll find his number right there. C.M. - you are a stud and I am grateful for our working relationship and friendship.

JB (Anonymous)

Anonymous? right. There are no secrets from the Porpoise. This guy deals with pressure like a steam boiler - but never cracks. Dealing with a family and profession, he is on his own way to greatness - one disappointing crisis at a time. Legitimately one of the nicest guys you'll ever meet, his is also wicked smart and getting more so by the day. Great things ahead for Mr. Anonymous and I hope to aid in that delivery. Thanks for being patient....

Jeff (the longest driver)

Here's a guy that could write a book on being stellar. Almost a deliberate poker face, he is a reliable friend and ally. A ginger with a focus more like it - he knows what is important and an expert in keeping things in order. Above all else, a family man that knows the value of such things and an example to us that need someone for looking up to. Everyone needs a friend like this guy.

The Sisters of Cool (they wrote the book)

Ah, the sisters. I've said it before, my sisters wrote the book on being cool. In fact, it wasn't "Pet Sounds" that inspired "Sgt Peppers", it was my sisters - no doubt. The Beatles eventually broke up because they couldn't match the "cool" of my sisters. Honestly, I had no idea what cool really looked like until I was old enough to see what it wasn't. By then, they were out in the world setting new standards and writing the rules. These two in particular gave to me what have always been my most memorable Christmas gifts - that I have mentioned several times before (specific albums). We've been through a few things of our own together over the years, but before that they were the earliest supporters of The Porpoise. With that in mind, I had better not let them down.

The Amazon Driver (on his motor scooter)

He's not really an Amazon driver, but his motor cycle gear sure makes him look like it. C.W. is the best hearted kid of the crew. Sure, he has his limits, but he also is a rock solid supporter - of everyone and everything. He's figuring it out at his own pace and has big plans. He always takes to time to pet the dog and cats on his way in or out of the house. He enjoys the familiarity of home, but is also a devoted friend to those with whom he associates. Thanks for rolling up....

Mr. & Mrs. Quiet (and the growing crew of dudes)

This little crew is growing. Don't let the quiet fool you, there is a lot happening there - just ask "Julio". It's always a good day when they come to visit. Generally everyone is pretty tired when its over as well. A busy schedule, with a lot of ground to cover, they are going places and setting standards as they go along. It's always good to know they are in your corner. They make a difference.

Number 2 & Company

"The Company" has been part of this event for several years. They have done support during the race, as well as contributing to "The Porpoise" along the way. "Number 2" has been doing this since the second year and has seen a lot of race day stuff. Everything from ice on the mustache going into Preston, to fires going into Jackson. The kids just think its something every crazy old person does to prove a point - and then there are the normal people. They know what it takes from start to finish year after year. Great supporters and on their way to "Wally World" race weekend - but still driving the old man forward.

C&B - the dynamo family

If there is a "Number 2" then there has to be a "Number 1". It's been quite a few years, but they were in the race as well. They know the sacrifice needed, the suffering and the uncertainty of what can unfold during the race. Life does what it does and now they have a crew of there own - with all the things that go along with that sort of program. I'd love to see them on course during the race again. Until then, it is great to have their support all the same. I do hope to see you on a course - any course again soon......

Race day (and every day) Support Crew

And finally - the home crew, or "POD" as it were. It cannot be overstated the sacrifices that are made year after year to pull this together. The travelling circus that is "race day support". It starts early and ends late. Always wondering if the old man is going to make it in again. After the past two years, they have seen many different sides of the operation. Last year at Afton supporting the race event itself was fun - but different. They've seen what disappointment looks like as well as the success. I couldn't ask for a better crew and for that matter a better crew chief. Letting them down is pretty hard. This year is a time for redemption and promise. Thanks you guys....

A couple more posts pre-race day

A busy week with a tight schedule over all. Nerves are winding up and things are set. Expect a couple more posts this week detailing packet pickup, start times, course details and equipment updates. Of course there will be the annual mass post Saturday morning before we shove off - early. Our group toes the line at 06:26 with what appears to be a large and fast operation - again.  

Please check in during this upcoming week...

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The Thing About Monte

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A familiar place

Monte Cristo

If you know, then you know. Monte is an old friend - brutally honest at that. The climb starts out of Huntsville around 5,000 feet ASL. By the time you get to MP44, you are at just under 9,000 feet ASL. From MP44 to nearly MP50 you roll over the shoulders all above 8,900 feet. Nothing to fake here. The traffic is busier than it used to be, but still a great day - call it a long day. Coming off the top you are flying, as if you are still 12 years old. By the time you hit MP 35 near the Slate Spring, your are pedaling down hill to maintain 30+ MPH. You know the drill if you've followed this blog before. I love that ride, but hate the commitment and suffering that comes along with it.

Not a lot has changed in the last 45 years - aside from all the no trespassing signs along the way. It takes me back to far simpler times. Most places there isn't any cell service. There are places that you can see for ever - almost fifty years behind you if looking close enough. The season is too short when it comes to this place. Bear activity at the camp ground this year has created some problems, but there is still cold water at the hydrants. Unfortunately this week isn't going to allow much time to head back up there, but lets hope it pans out.

Upper Calf Creek Falls - Escalante

If you know, then you know....

A buddy of mine sent this to me this afternoon. The story is too much to go into at this point. I believe I did cover some of it a few years ago, but that's not for today. The changes are stunning, but the memories......those scars run deep. Going back sometimes is not as easy as one would want to believe. In fact, you can never really go back - anywhere. Still, the memory of what began there is haunting. That was the summer I first heard those words "I wish I didn't know now what I didn't know then". At the time it seemed filler, but as time rolled by - prophetic. The world was such a big place, so far away it seemed. We never realized how far we had ventured into the pool until it was too late. I will never forget the hope and dreams I had after that first trip. I had never felt the beatings of life like I have after this many years. Still.....my heart aches knowing what I do, versus what I didn't at that time. I wouldn't change a thing.

Promises made, lives were changed - or so it seemed.

Making Changes

Adapting to a few bike changes will keep me in the valley tomorrow. It will still be 104 miles with 4,000 feet of climbing. Full up 28mm R3's on the DT Swiss. The bars are rolled a bit forward with the hoods dropped. Back on the 172.5 crank arms, as the climbing demands the leverage against the slightly taller tires. Hoping the setup meets the need so I can get back over Monte Wednesday. LOTOJA is less than 2 weeks out. Donations are flat - like pretty much everything else this year. Honestly this may be it for the Porpoise and the old Six-13 both. The bike has over 40K miles and is not as fast as the new stuff. Technology has changed, but the bike is getting tired - as am I. Some metrics are okay, others....shite! Tomorrow will tell me a lot. Stick around.

Check back in a couple days. We need to see MP 44 on the fast end.....

Its hard to believe  - 22 years ago!

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There is not a substitute

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Sizing things up

Water getting low out at Pine View....

Meeting a struggle-head on is not always as easy as it sounds. The farther away you are from a task or situation, the easier it is to make it sound "doable".  And then the moment finally arrives and it is game time. In the end, you will never perform at "game time" any better than was done in practice. And since practice is where all the payment through pain and suffering happens, sometimes practice is what gets short changed. Meeting the struggle head-on begins with practice - developing one's character.  And character - well, that's another story. That often said it is what you do when nobody else is looking which defines true character. However, faced with the hard facts of a situation that may be harder than expected can lead to self-doubt - maybe even cowardice. A strong word, but true. Living to fight another day may not be cowardice, but make it a habit and there are no more battles to fight before you can change the character. At some point, you must meet it and remedy the matter - to your favor.

Not a cheat-code for everything

When panic sets in, it is human nature to find a quick and easy solution - a cheat-code perhaps. Cycling is no different, in fact very much like everything else in life. The bicycle industry is constantly having to reinvent themselves to stay relevant. Sure bike tech has improved, but in some areas, not as much as they'd have you think. Frame geometry, tire width, wheel sets - they all have seen major changes over the years. Perhaps the most notable changes for road bikes in the past five years have been disc brakes and electronic shifters. Those are legit, but not necessarily obsoleting the previous tech. Disc and calipers are more expensive to purchase and maintain. Performance wise they do stop better in adverse conditions, but they typically won't make you faster. I've caught myself in that vey situation, making changes to offset losses in other areas. I've tried slightly shorter crank-arms, cleat positions - even wider tires. That seems to be the latest - wider tires with lower pressures. The past 8 years or so I've been rolling on 25mm wide versus the 23mm. I've recently been rolling on 28mm, which is as large as my bike can take. The tires are a bit taller as well, which reduces my gearing by a little bit. Is it faster? Dunno. What I do know is the tire itself has a huge impact on everything. The trainers I use are a heavy and robust all season that I know a couple guys have used during LOTOJA. The rolling resistance is much worse than the higher end tires I use, that just dont last as long. At the end of the day you do everything needed to be successful, but paying your dues doesn't change a thing. If you don't make those payments, expectations should be in line with that result.

Don't mention yesterday

For fear of screwing up my "plans", with less than three weeks to go, I won't mention anything about yesterday - only to say it was a disaster. My initial inclination is that I'm a coward. My hope is that I'm more methodical about the situation at hand and can build on a bad situation. We are approaching critical mass and there is no room for error. That said, I can clearly see a pathway to success, but it is very specific and can bare no margin. In short, I can't chicken out and have to accept the suffering that comes with this commitment. With this in mind, updates will be a bit more frequent between now and packet pickup. Milestones have to be met. Stick around and see how it goes.....

Farther Down the Line

Lyle is a wordsmith of sorts. He can tell a story - as well he should being an A&M alum. He tells the story of a young cowboy that almost makes it to the buzzer, but gives up. "one hand around the other"...."letting the pickup man come in". Making that grab that says I've had enough - come and get me. "He sure drew a bad one" - "one nobody could ride", the consul that tries to make a bad situation seem more than anyone could handle. "Better luck next time" as if a next time always comes through, but we know eventually they all come to an end. At the end of the day, this is really about all of us, and especially myself. We never really know how close we are to the buzzer when we put one hand around the other - only until we ride it out. "Push will always come to shove, in that midnight rodeo".

Lets hear it for that young cowboy......

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Gut Check - The Truth

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"She's running low Skipper!"

Owning it

When is it ever enough to simply recognize a problem? I'm talking about inner reflection and examination. I've become pretty good at identifying problems, particularly those of my own making. I can even go as far as prescribing a remedy. That is the easy part - call it "arm-chair quarterbacking" at it's core. Implementing the remedy is the hard part, but not yet the most difficult. Many a diet or exercise program has been started with only the best of intentions. But it is the follow through that matters the most. Sure starting is a milestone and even making it through the first milestone period, but what about the assessment and follow up? Lets face it, we've mastered the first few steps toward success; 1) Identify the problem, 2) Develop a solution (plan), 3) Execute said solution..... but we often end there. After implementation of the plan, it is necessary to reassess and evaluate - then repeat the cycle with modifications as needed. When not completing this cycle (honestly), it is only a cruel joke of self gratification - LYING to myself! Lying to ones self if not a healthy habit.

Success: Knowing it when you see it

It would seem we recognize what  is perceived as "success" by simple observation. I suggest this is merely a perceived result of what we may believe to be success. True success in its absolute form is what cannot be readily seen. To succeed requires more than what can be observed in passing. People who succeed do more than persevere, they live IT non-stop. So....what is IT? Let's narrow  this down to two fundamental things; What you do in your "down time" and how you control appetites and passions. What you see when observing a perceived successful person, is merely the result of these two things. What is it they do on their "day off", or when they get a break? How do they manage their personal passions and appetites? Do they get caught up is endless "doom scrolling", binge eat potato chips, take extended afternoon naps (because they can)? You get the picture. What we don't see is the real success  - the things that really matter.

Maximizing your gift of time

Time is a funny thing. Kind of a commodity, but everyone has the same allotment every day - 24-hours to be exact. It is irrevocable and non-refundable at the same time - until it ends. And then it doesn't matter anymore. Until that point, success is determined by what is done with that allotted time. It's not luck. If you want to be lucky, set yourself up to be lucky - and no, buying a a lottery ticket doesn't count. Ask yourself at any given moment;  how will this particular thing that I'm doing at this particular moment appear as my outward appearance. Does it truly represent me and what I want to be, or will it keep me from exhibiting my success. And by exhibiting, I do me achieving that level of success that is yours to be had. Time is a gift. Make the most of it and yourself together.

Overcoming

Our bodies are pretty amazing machines. Again, another gift in itself. But man, talk about a wild mustang. We are wired with some pretty intense motivations - lacking a better description. We have these appetites and our own passions. We become conditioned to want things we really don't otherwise need. Left unchecked, this conditioning leads us into a deficit with our own regard. We focus on the wrongs things - and by wrong I mean those things we had once set out as desires and goals. Weight gain is brought about one potato chip at a time (what's with the potato chips). It is the same for everything. Staying focused is key. Watch a video of a carrier aircraft pilot landing on the "boat". They quite often won't even so much as blink while trying to "stick it". Yet, we too often take our eye off "the prize", if even for just a few seconds. Back to that body thing again, it tends to go where we are looking.  Sure, enjoy life and the beauty of our surroundings, but keep your eyes forward while in motion. And motion....well that is another matter. Keep moving forward toward the objective. Moments of distraction and weakness slowly add up to a variation in course. The key is to master that wild mustang. Learning to control your machine is the second key component to individual triumph.

Assessment

Assess, plan, execute, reassess - the loop of virtually any progress. It seems we are generally pretty good with an initial assessment and even a plan. Execution sometimes becomes a struggle as we tend to be overly ambitious toward our end result. Breaking down a task into smaller individual components. keeps things real. The 1% rule speaks directly to this (improving by only 1% each day). However, the ongoing assessment is too often omitted from the day to day operation. You will have victories as well as setbacks. In both cases a reassess, own it - all of it. There may be times when the setbacks simply stack up and the victories seem a distant mirage. We also can't control everything in our sphere, but we can control how we react. When execution doesn't yield the desired results, assess and replan. Doing it the same way over and over, expecting a different result is literally stupid. Learn from your mistakes and be better for them. The darn things certainly have cost you a lot in this process - learn from them and maximize the sunk cost. It ain't coming back. Close that loop but don't throw away the investment. Study your failure - the enemy. Return for the next battle with a sharper edge. Providing there is still time on the game clock, reassess and return for another victory.

To whom.....

So this really is for nobody but me. Writing things down is an absolute way to internalize almost anything. My problems aren't necessarily the same as anyone else's. However, we all struggle and can learn from other peoples success and mistakes. We make our own way eventually - like it or not. But here's the thing, as some point we all have to own up to our life's decisions. The choice to to deflect and deny, wear it like a gravy stain, or simply make the most of it toward being the bet version of ourselves. Everything has a price. You pay for your mistakes as well as success. Cash in every once in a while...

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Know your Role

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A Morning Ride through the Dirt

The Big Picture

I ran across this field early one morning this past week. The picture certainly doesn't do it justice. A field with perhaps millions of flower blossoms that collectively make up a sea of wonder. The morning was very peaceful as well. It is often these moments that get taken for granted, where I may continue to ride by. The outbound through this location is a subtle grade - maybe 3%, on dirt. It makes for a good opportunity to push hard until hitting some oil maybe 12 minutes along. It's not a place I would ordinarily stop as I try to make the most of that stretch. All too often while riding, I blow past stuff thinking how I should have stopped for a quick picture. As the season goes on, priorities have to be kept making it not feasible. Over the many years, I have recorded countless images in my own mind that are nearly impossible to share. These personal memories are often what keeps me going.

The ideal course...for now

The 52-mile out & back elevation profile

Traffic and construction in various locations across the upper valley have limited my course selection this season. By now, three-hour fasting rides have to be second nature. The elevation profile above shows what has become my "go to" out & back, with 2,000 feet of climbing over 52-miles. It's not anything close to a tempo ride - far from it. The first climb is a great location to get the heartrate up followed by a very fast descent. Then on to the highway where speed over rollers takes focus. The dirt section slows things down, followed by a little kick over the bridge for some fast flowing down hill. Back on the highway and through the roundabout up to SR 39 - that familiar stretch that I have ridden countless times over the years. A loop around the south side past the monastery and finally finding my way (the long way) out to the point. A quick loop and it is all in reverse order going back. What was hard outbound is somewhat easier going home. And what was easy becomes....a challenge. The goal is to do this without putting a foot down. To build a little mental toughness, a turn up the training hill before going home adds to the excitement. Total moving time is a bit short of 3.5 hours, with an average speed...not quite where I want to be. Keep in mind that conditions are seldom the same from day to day. Therefore, the overall average speed isn't the objective, as much as the task of not putting a foot down. Everything else will take care of itself - in time.

Stand out

One small stand that has escaped the fence - standing out

Being part of the collective can have some advantages. Call it strength in numbers, or simple comfort. The importance of being unique and standing out on your own is tremendously important. Afterall, it is the individual strength in us all that bring things together. Never under estimate the importance of your own position in anything. Stand outside that fence and be you, doing you. Make an individual difference and don't settle for being lost in the sea of wonder. There are those times that together we are greater than the sum of our parts, but you have to begin with great parts.

Complacency

Complacency will kill you - one way or the other. I learned the hard way about talking myself into believing I didn't need to put in all the hard work and effort. Sometimes I would underestimate the task and believe it to be far easier than it truly was. That never ended well. I believe it is somewhat human nature to be easily lulled into a sleep of forgetfulness, having already known the hardship that await us. You've got to be real and recognize those things that will hold you back before it is too late. Hard work and effort have to be commensurate with the desired result. As stupid as it sounds, even Joey Chestnut trains to be the world champion hotdog eater that he is. Nothing is easy. If it is....it simply can't be real.

Key milestones this week

With only three weeks until the Cache Century, it is time for some serious road climbing. The key will be setting up for success, while not giving in to the temporary pain. Suffering is a choice, but it is necessary to meet the objective.

Here's one back when Clapton stopped by to work with The Blues Breakers - and the "Beano Burts" '59 Gibson.

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Turning it up

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Exploring New Trails

New Dirt Trails

I've had to remind myself what riding for the sake of enjoying the event is really like. Getting the full suspension bike down, I've been hitting the local trails up in North Fork the past week or so. Kind of stupid that I don't ride up there more often, as I literally can roll right out of the garage and be on dirt single track within a few minutes. Better yet, I can get a good workout in the process, with rides lasting a couple hours. I have found this puts me frequently into Zone 4, with overall averages in the Zone 3 range. The past couple of years they (who ever they are) have cut probably 10+ miles of new trails - with some pretty good climbing. Given the recent warm, strike that, HOT weather, rolling out in the evening keeps me out of most of the heat and into the shade. The lack of rain has left the trails rather dusty, requiring bike servicing every night coming back home. The trails aren't too technical and can be fun on the descent with flowing speeds. Out on the farthest north side I'm regularly encountering moose, fox, big deer, grouse and of course the occasional snake. It reminds me why I do what I do in the first place - as hard as it can be.

It's like an Alman Brothers thing....

Eye on the Prize

I'm reminded of a post card from some number of years back (call it forty plus) from Pennsylvania Amish country, about two towns about four miles apart. It said something along the lines of  "If you go through the one particular town, you'll end up in Paradise". That's exactly where I'm at in this years progress. It's not the suffering I'll endure at the event, it is literally the aftermath of finishing that drives me. Sometimes that is what really matters - look past the hardship and suffering and focus on the intended result. At that, keep things in perspective - like be real. There are sacrifices to be made in getting there, but those things are handled one at a time, never in aggregate. All that said, time is spinning by, as it always does. Metrics and milestones are more important than ever. Discipline and diligence equally as much. What does it take to get to Paradise? Look up that town on Google Maps and you'll figure it out. You can't fake it!

Meeting a moose in the worst of all places.

Minor Changes to the Road Bike

Trying a new saddle (seat) on the old bike again. This is like the fifth or sixth saddle I've had on that same bike. They wear out over time and even break occasionally. Bike tech has change a lot over the years as well. I'm trying a fi'z-ik 3D printed system that really seems to work well. The  key to this is a proper fitting for the old "sits-bones" as it were. From there a proper position setup goes along way. The shorter cranks are allowing better over the top positioning in the pedal stroke itself. Add to that the rearward position of the cleats and it definitely feels different - probably better. The slightly shorter crank-arms do require more force to offset the loss of torque, but it is manageable thus far. The old cycle computer also had to go, as it was not reliable anymore. I'm using a very simple GPS system between all three of my bikes - making it more reliable and easier. In all, the old bike is still......an old bike, but it is still fast. Concerns about the frame have proven not be be an issue, but the mechanicals are wearing out. She'll make it through this season - with style.

Trying not to be too philosophical

I know some of my past posts have gotten a little....off track. Sure every once in a while we can go down that road, but I'm not trying to be a Chaman, or online influencer. There are times I think it important to get something out in the open, but for tonight, I'll focus on the progress. When it is time for that other stuff, well - you'll know.

Lets try something a little different. After all, our differences is what makes us fit together better.

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Finally....

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Doing it with the road bike

A different route for the road bike.

It doesn't seem too many years ago riding almost anywhere across this valley and seldom encounter traffic. That included riding on any of what used to be four of the State highways in the valley. Like everything else, that has changed - a lot. With those changes also come other new opportunities. It used to be, a simple morning ride would be a 40 mile tempo-ride, or maybe a set of 30/30 intervals. The entire route would only have perhaps 850 feet of total elevation change. With the new road cutting up to SR 158, I can get nearly 2,000 feet of elevation, with a couple good climbs - in about 52 miles. This is also pushing me into areas and roads I wouldn't have otherwise taken the road bike in the past. Dust-Guarded dirt roads, loose gravel on some short climbing segments, hoping curbs - a regular Peter Sagan. I still have to push it to maintain a respectable average moving speed. One descent pushes nearly 50 MPH - when traffic permits. The overall statistics are also pretty good, pushing a little into Zone 4, extended Zone 3, with a solid balance in Zone 2. Still dealing with traffic for parts of the ride, I'm having to ride at a hard and deliberate pace for some sections - making it easy to maintain a race pace cadence through parts of the course.

The new turn on to SR158 (Powder Mountain Road).

Hesitant 

A lot going through my mind while riding, but not sure where to take it. The changes made to the road bike seem to be having a positive effect. Still need to make a few changes - albeit minor. Thinking a new saddle is in order, bar rotation adjustments, maybe even slightly wider tires. Just not sure where to take everything a this point. It's obvious where the training rides need to go, but the fundraising has completely stalled - as in kaput! Lacking inspiration more than motivation. Something that always seems to land me is going back to "461". Don't ask me why, but that slab of vinyl reminds me of only the best of times on Monte Cristo - and I can't even tell you why. Truth is, Monte is brutal, but a true friend. Few if any changes on the highway after passing the State sheds. Sure, they added a couple new cattle guards going down into Rich County, occasionally they resurface parts of the road - stuff like that. Make no mistake, that ride is a suffer fest - but I keep going back. Providing the work schedule permits, that will be on the agenda for the upcoming week. I still don't know what any of this has to do with "461", but go along with it as though it really makes sense. I'll figure the rest out later.

This wasn't part of the original release in "461 Ocean Blvd", but it was added to the deluxe edition forty years later. This is actually the final show for that tour at the Hammersmith

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