Feeling ALIVE!

 Healing

Moring rides are getting.....cooler by the day. But, man - are they beautiful days. Last week got away from me with client demands. Only one ride, regardless of how much I thought otherwise.  Add to that the storm that blew through, it was not a productive week.  Several projects all coming to a boil at the same time made for many late nights working on my computer. Last night in particular I had my back against the wall with a deadline and details that were not easy. Going to bed well after 1:00 AM, felt like the college days all over again. This morning was a must ride morning, if for no other reason than to reset my sanity. Exceptionally cold, the blast of cool air with shorts really heightens the senses. As uncomfortable as it may seem, you really feel alive in every sense of the word. Nothing special, just the usual 40 mile out and back loop - but today it felt a little different. The leaves are falling fast in the Valley and the sun is getting lower on the horizon by the day. It feels oddly comfortable. In a way, these kinds of rides allow for a little healing - call it self controlled therapy. Probably not a better way to start any day at the moment.

How things change

It doesn't seem to be many years ago that I would ride directly out of my garage into North Fork and never see another bike this time of year. Of course there weren't hardly any developed trails, but it was still great. Time flies but I guess it was about 15-years ago my better half an I would go out at dusk with a couple lights on and ride the service roads through the cold and dark evenings. There were a few times you'd see a fleeting shadow bolt across the road, just outside of the headlight itself - making for some chilling excitement. Now days that park is non-stop bikes - everywhere. As much as I love riding in the dirt, it kind of gets hard to find the enthusiasm to be in that kind of a crowded environment. As such, the full-sus still hasn't been back out on the old stomping grounds, as it is much more relaxing to pile some cross county miles on the hardtail. Depending on what this week brings, maybe I'll buzz up top of the mule - because I still can.

I've started to wonder why things, pretty much everything, seems to change or be changing? Knowing a familiar place, person or circumstance sure makes things predictable. But maybe those changes need to happen to keep us from getting bored. Perhaps it is necessary to keep us from getting comfortable - and being comfortable will get you killed if your not paying attention. So why is it we resist change? We know it is part of the growth cycle and should embrace it, but we fight it. There are those things we can't stop when it comes to change - like getting older.  Have you ever reminisced about a time in your life when you thought things were truly golden, all while forgetting the hardship associated with that same period? Sure, we remember bad times, but do we always remember ALL that happened associated with "the good times". Truth is, as we age, we get better. Okay, maybe our bodies can't cash those checks anymore, but we know so much more than we did before. We are better equipped emotionally and mentally than we were when we were younger. But yet we still resist change unless it is of our own making. There are probably a billion analogies like "one door closing is another door opening", but we don't always see it that way. Things change because of the normal order of things. Embrace change and the opportunity that comes along with the new vistas - while you can.

Embrace that of which you have...while you can

It won't be long and there will be 4-feet of snow piled up on that road. We'll have those stretches of nothing and then the seemingly endless days of storm after storm. Riding will be pretty much "not a thing", unless dragging a bike somewhere else. Although I did inherit that stupid snow-bike this past year. Maybe I'll see what that's all about. Meanwhile, the thoughts of mile post 44 and the misery of climbing back from Woodruff will be a fond and wishful memory. Never mind the pain and suffering that comes along with that golden memory, I'll long for that pain and forget how it really feels before you get back to the top. Remembering only the satisfaction of passing MP44 on the way home, knowing there is still a solid hour of grinding to get back to Huntsville. During that time, I personally will lament ever wasting a minute not making the most of those past opportunities - committing to do better next season. Forget about next season only for a moment and live for the here and now. The big races are always won during the off-season, but eventually those off-seasons will come to an end. Look forward, not with procrastination, but with vigor and energy toward your next monument. Take inventory and decide what you can change, what you can't, the assets and liabilities. Look at the horizon and chart your own course - while you can. Don't be limited to a dream, but compelled by your own ambition to make it real. Shake it up and make it work!

Time to pay tribute - next post.....

I need to think about this one for a while....

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Pulling for Reed! Ride because you can......

Filling time and space

 

Another sightseeing tour - following the trail....

Brighten up things a little bit....

That last post really cut deep.....maybe too deep. That's what happens when I ride alone and haven't anyone to talk with along the way. Back in the day, a lifetime ago when I traveled a lot, I was more often than not on my own. 15-17 hour plane rides, 12-hour days onsite, all-nighters doing drawings and reports....I had more than enough time to think about a lot of stuff while being alone. Years back when I would run stairs in the evening or have a late workout, I would be too wired to sleep. Hours listening to deep-tracks playing solitaire - with cards (not on a computer). I learned early on how to compartmentalize thoughts and keep things in the right place. Putting the dark stuff away and sorting through the important stuff became an essential skill. You'd think by now I'd have this whole type of thing worked out. Most days...maybe I do, but I can assure you, that darkness I posted the other day was completely filtered and sweetened a bit. Going forward through the end of the year, I'll try to leave a little sunshine along the way - the kind that comes out the backend of a manure spreader.....

Peaceful reflection and memories

The feel of Autumn and the change of the seasons

I've never hid the fact that autumn has always been my favorite time of most any year, but this year seems to have been flooded with what feels like fresh memories of the past. I had this warm and clear recollection of being in the first-grade at the old Bonneville School, early morning recess, smelling the school lunch that we thought was so special. Seems the sun was barely clearing the mountain leaving the far east side of the playground near the tall fence on the grass - wet with dew and not too cold. Our entire lives were ahead of us all. This evening I plugged in an old Neil Young bit that I bought on vinyl early my freshmen year in college. With the noise canceling headphones on, I remembered how it felt listening to that thing track by track after football practice one night. Putting all those things in their order again, I could only think how much living I had to do and how it was all in front of me yet. I was living through what seemed to be a terminal heartache - what did I know? Not a lot of hunting that year, as college football doesn't allow for anything outside of class work, practice and workouts. I can't say that I ever had regretted that particular year, but I have long since forgot the burning of that heartache, hardship and uncertainty of what I was living through at the moment. That change....well it brings with it a clean slate of new opportunity. Unfortunately I had a tendency to waste a lot of those opportunities. As time went on, autumn became more a period to lament missed opportunities of the past year rather than looking forward. Putting those things back in order, I'm remembering what it felt like to have hope an optimism in the erasing of that slate. A lot to do, but I have been enjoying this season - for all the right reasons.

Calm waters run deep & the hardtail runs smooth....

Looking ahead with a clear understanding of the past

I pulled a spoke the end of the previous week and had to relace the back wheel on the hardtail. Stupid J-spokes can't take the beating I put on them, given I've had this problem on every bike in the fleet over the years. It's just a lot of driving force on that rear group-set, not any beating from the road or trails. As I was tearing apart the wheel and truing it up on the stand, I was thinking what I need to do if I'm gonna race this setup next year - oh, and I am gonna race this thing. As I was doing all that work, I was also thinking of every area needing improvement to be successful next season. I know exactly what it's going to take and it won't be easy by any standard. I personally have let myself forget all life's experiences that have given the wisdom and understanding needed to build a solid plan, but I've been dusting those thing off and reliving them with key focus on the details. As important as it is to remember what works, we also have to remember what didn't work and why - giving us that experience that only pain and failure can afford. Truth is I tend to only want to remember the good times and successes, not nearly as much of the failure and frustration that came with that experience. The other day as I stood up on this bank setting up for picture, I looked into that dark green water and could remember seeing this very place when I was like five-years old - terrified of what seemed frightening to my little eyes. Casting that fishing-line out into the depths of the unknown with the faith something, a fish, would find it's way on to my lure. For a moment it felt like that same morning, but it all has changed. And here I am, looking back at the past, turning to look forward with an eye on the future. Somehow that horizon seems a lot closer than it did - in the past.

Happy Birthday Reed, and wishing you many more...

Our brother is coming up on that anniversary that we all have once a year. His dear wife is putting together some things from the group of guys - some sort of memory we may have had from our youth.  Statute of limitations being what they are, I could divulge some sort of criminal behavior from our youth....but that wasn't Reed. He was a reliably solid person. Our sophomore year, he was a guy that I knew I'd have to out-do to make the basketball team. All I knew was he could out shoot me, had better court presence and a better work ethic than I could ever have. Aside from that, I almost had a chance to make that team. Fact is, he made the team for all the right reasons and ....well I spent the winter skiing and working. I did go back to read a couple of my old years books (like I have new year books??). I'm not sure what I may have said or done, but apparently he was permanently scarred by something I said or did, in seminary our senior year. I thought all I did was sleep in that class when I was there. Maybe it's better we don't remember those things after all. What I do remember is Reed being a positive person and always a steady hand in most any situation - not one to fly off the handle. Truly one of the good ones - for all the right reasons.

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Happy birthday Reed!

A not so pleasant trip back to the past

 

The calm of what was a bustling beach....

Distractions

A few good rides this week - out on the hardtail. It got pretty warm on a few of the days, but was still darn cool in the early mornings. One day in particular, I really didn't feel too frisky - rather I just wanted to do a little sight-seeing. Those days are frustrating as they seem to get away from you. Sure enough, I spent my day cutting across fields and parks - simply because I could. I mean after all, it is a cross country bike. I'm not exactly sure why I needed the distractions, I mean, I really haven't the time for that sort of thing at the moment. There are just some days when you need to slow down a take a look at your surroundings. And look around I did......

What your hear when nobody else is around.

A million Leadville videos

I noticed this year there are a ton of people posting their own experiences about racing Leadville. During Covid, it was like everyone and their dog was starting a new YOUTUBE channel, and a bunch of them were about cycling. Back then, everyone had "stimulus money" and were buying bikes left and right. That kept up through about 2022. As fast as it all started, it has now dried-up. On top of that, a bunch of the "influencers" have kind of started to go away as well. Sure, the big guys are still posting regularly, but I've noticed some of them are losing subscribers and regular views. Lets be honest, who cares about someone else's opinions on how to ride. There are some pretty good videos on specific technique and repair subjects, but you can only watch another guy's GOPRO video so long before your neck hurts. Everyone is a hero and they all have channels. It kind of makes me think about this stupid blog and why it even matters anymore. I'm not a pro rider, nor will I ever be an influencer, but by hell, I'm sure full of crap! And......well that's good enough for me. I won't be caught up in the incessant videos of my personal rides and experiences.

A voice from the past

Speaking of Covid, there was that day - June 4th, 2020 to be exact, that changed me like only  something as dark and sad as that day could. Hardly a time goes by that I don't roll past Liberty Park and remember that clear, bright and exceptionally quiet morning. A father, a brother and a daughter/sister....that was surreal. I will never forget how utterly helpless I felt, trying to make a difference when it couldn't have mattered more. I will never forget that lifeless tiny body and how with all of my might, she wasn't coming back. I'm so weak and incompetent. Helpless doesn't begin to describe that feeling. It has been years, but I used to occasionally swing into the Huntsville Cemetery while pedaling through the area. I have a handful of former associates and friends in that place. There is one headstone that has always been a particular sore spot for me, as it was my oldest daughters best friend. She died on her 14th birthday - unexpectedly. Her father had lost a very long and arduous battle with cancer this past spring, so I thought I would maybe stop by...because I could. I really couldn't bring myself to go to the viewing or funeral, as that is the same family from that day in 2020 -and those scars will not heal. I'm not sure why I didn't think about it, but on one side of my daughters best friend was her fathers headstone. On the other side was that of her cousin - June 4th, 2020. It got very quiet in my head for a moment. All I could think about was that morning and how inept I really am. There was a picture of this sweet but lost soul on the headstone that just made it seem even more recent. I will never understand why - it was a dark time for so many of us. The reality of it all was made every so clear to me again. I cannot even imagine what her father and brother must feel to this day. I will never stop saying "I'm sorry I couldn't do more."

Usually I link a reference track at the end of these things, but tonight.... This is what was written at the base of that headstone;

"As the clouds lighten from dark gray to off-white, the sun shines through, turning raindrops into prisms. and in this moment there is peace and there is harmony, and despite the wind that still blows and the rain that still falls like buckets, this trick of the light creates safety, it colors shimmering brightly in the pouring rain. and though I am cold and soaked, I know I am protected." 

- Charly Froerer

Never underestimate the worth of a soul.

Keep pulling for Reed!

Indian Summer

 

Pumpkins at the Monastery Farm

Morning TT Rides -sort of.....

There is a little 40 mile loop I would normally ride on the road bike as kind of a tempo thing. The path I take using the hardtail is a little more consistent in general conditions, with some great variations in the way of rollers and features. As such, I've been using it as a quasi Time Trial course, where I'm constantly trying to improve my overall time. I currently have a specific time I'm personally trying to beat and am short by about 75 seconds overall. It is ideal in the sense that I can't really make up any time on the downhill sections, as I'm already spinning-out in my fastest gears. I do have to push harder on the return trip with just under 500 feet of climbing in the last 5 miles with more than 200 feet in the final 1 mile. Doing this three days a week is not too bad, but I wouldn't consider myself at an off season base level condition. I probably need to make some minor adjustments to the schedule as to improve the situation.

Hardtail at the point

Continuing Assessments

It's good to be busy, but time sure flies by in the process.  Looking toward next year seems kind of ridiculous, given the events of the past year.  However, one needs to be looking far enough ahead as to keep an eye on the potential future. Sure, there are those things that can't be seen, but having a plan with some room for contingency is a must. Allowing for things outside of our own control to dictate the outcome is a sure way to fail. As time moves along, the assessments need to continue. Its that classical loop of ; plan, execute, assess, adjust, execute assess....  It never gets old, just a little frustrating at times.

Full out Autumn - Somebody has to do it.

A Time to think things over

Generally, long repetitive rides make for a good time to think about.....stuff. Trying to make it a TT kind of takes some focus, as it does require a constant effort, but somewhere along the way different tasks and projects seems to float into the mind. I've been known to figure out some fairly complex engineering problems while doing extended rides. I mean, not actually doing the detailed calculations, but enough as to know the general result. Sorting through controls, motor torque calculations, dissolved gas analysis results - its all just stuff that I need to sort through, but need to also be away from it at the same time. Then there are those personal matters - the things that just linger. The spice of life, or the heartburn that follows. Either way, I do make use of my time riding when I can.

Most recently, we had another fellow alum pass away. Not really one of the regular group, as he was in a different class and definitely ran with a different crowd, but still a kid we all knew from way back in the day. It's a bit curious as there are certain things, or places you immediately associate with someone when your first hear their name after so many years. This kid was a year younger than me and played on my little league baseball team when I was in sixth grade. Our coach was a really nice guy, but a terrible coach. He had this younger guy, maybe in his very early twenties, helping him as well. Truth is, he didn't know anything either and was a genuine jackass. Very early in the season, probably a pre-season game, we were getting throttled - badly. After a couple innings, our two "coaches" decided to call the game and go directly into what they hoped would be a very intense practice. So the young coach decided to start driving hard line shots at the infielders, when after only a couple quick hard hits, he nailed this kid right where it hurts the most - use your imagination. I mean...I though the poor kid was dead right there. Needless to say that was the end of a bad idea and the beginning of a very long season. To this day, when I hear his name, I remember that event as though it happened yesterday. I'm pretty sure that line-shot from fifty-years ago didn't contribute to his untimely and premature death, but its crazy how you associate that type of memory with people over the years. Turns out, this kid had gone on to law school and had a successful career in Las Vegas. I probably haven't seen him in forty-years and wouldn't have recognized him if I had ran into him recently. But that's how life is - it moves on regardless of virtually everything else. In the process, our memories are refined to things that may otherwise have a specific association - event, place, time...you get the picture.

How are you associated?

With all of this, I've wondered how other people associate me with their memories. Mention a name of anyone from my past and ask me to say the first thing that comes to mind - it may surprise even me. The same goes with places, events, or dates. It's kind remembering where you were when  hearing that John Lennon was killed, or Ronald Regan had been shot, or what you remember about hearing Led Zeppelin IV for the first time - okay maybe that is a stretch, but you get the picture. But really - what is that thing that people will always remember me for when they hear my name after fifty-years? Unfortunately, we really can't go back and change that impression. I suppose it is like the first impression being a lasting impression - but is it really the prevailing impression? I was recently listening to a podcast where the person being interviewed was given a rapid-fire format list of names and asked to say the first thing that came to mind. Wow! that was truly revealing. I know it's too late to change the result, but what is that "thing" that will always be associated with you, with any one individual from your past? Is it a fair representation, or is it the result of a really bad experience? I suppose it could be a very positive experience as well, but still....I really wonder.

Back to the Daredevils.....Man this is deep.

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Pulling for REED! Just ride...

New Methods & Familiar Vistas

East end of Causey, Kamp Keisel Entrance

A different kind of autumn riding

Autumn always has been my favorite time of most any year. Going back many years, generally after the football season and a long summer of working to store up enough money for the school-year, there was always some time for hunting and enjoying the change of the seasons. Seems that as I have gotten older, I get some of my best dirt riding in during this period. So many other things have changed as to keep me from the other things I used to be passionate about, but somehow I still get some riding into the schedule. After that wet ride earlier in the week, I really needed a longer - more taxing trek somewhere else. Causey is about 50-miles round trip from my garage. On the road bike, it typically is somewhere in the three hour range - depending on traffic in South Fork Canyon. The hardtail isn't nearly as fast as the Six-13, but does offer a nice break from the usual. I normally don't go up there after LOTOJA, as I tend not to get back on the road bike until the following spring. The hardtail is nice in that I can roll off and onto tarmac (asphalt) and dirt without any concerns. When on the road bike, I stop at the top of the oil, about a mile from Keisel, as that dirt section would be hell with those skinny tires. Gotta admit, it seemed to call me that morning when I was deciding where I would ride. I took a few detours into areas that had been closed for the year, where I found some very nice, quiet pedaling - all on dirt.  Still my favorite time of the year, it's just not that same with more responsibilities that I had in my youth.

Same place different day.....

Amazing what a couple days can do...

After that ride to Causey on Thursday, my better half wanted to do a little ride Friday morning after the kids hopped on the school bus. Still pretty cool when we left the house about 8:45, but it turned out to be a very nice day well before we got out to the point. Of course they have that all closed off to motor vehicle traffic - which is okay by me. Still, Fridays are just way busy with road traffic in the valley anymore. Add to that, all the construction and the event that was going on up in North Fork, well...getting home was not the best ride, but beats riding in town for sure! Trying to maintain a base level of fitness is critical for the off-season, but it can also lead to burn-out. Keeping it real, but enjoyable is a trick. Admittedly, the hardtail has given me options that are making it more enjoyable. There is getting to be so much traffic in North Fork Park, that it just isn't nearly as fun as it used to be. Given the unpredictable weather of the autumn, the hardtail will make it easier to stay into the meaningful rides - longer into the year. The cold doesn't bother me as much as slick roads and greasy trails. It's gonna be a great autumn - until we go back to see the doctor....

The trusty full-sus out again

More Cowbell????

Sometimes it's good to take the less than serious side of life for a while. Taking the full-sus out for what I hoped to be a easy ride to the top of the "mule" didn't pan out tonight. Turns out she needs a little love and attention. I need to take it completely apart and service everything on that bike. Making little tweaks here and there only get you by so long (as is always the case with everything in life). Two or three hours on the bike-stand, maybe a new chain and a complete brake service - she'll be ready for a little more cowbell. Speaking of beating on the bell and things not as serious, it sounds like the Daredevils are coming to Park City next year. That is definitely something that would be worth the price of admission - leaving everything serious at the door.  Meanwhile, lets get a few things out of the way this week and see what we can do with opportunities.

Who knocked off who? The Heads or the Daredevils....

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Still Pulling for Reed! Enjoy the ride whilst you can........

 

 

Assessments and Damage

The Ryan Hotel, beautiful downtown Wallace, Idaho.

 Race BDA (battle damage assessment)

Many a race, fight, or game have been lost prior to the start of said event. Thus was the case this year. Only a few weeks prior to race morning, I was convinced it was a lost cause. Having the Cache Century at the end of that week, I decided to let that be the "bell-weather" event. They day before Cache, the Huntsman jersey arrived. That weekend had me doing so serious soul searching. What I didn't do was evaluate all my assets and liabilities - requiem for any battle plan. A such.....well I let myself make several "fatal" mistakes. With those known liabilities in my head and not focusing on the remedy, I was doomed to be my own worst enemy.

The lead-up

The week prior to the race was less than ideal, but when is it ever otherwise? One long ride for confidence and a lot of time working on the bike. The plan was to get a couple dirt rides in prior to Friday, but everyone's schedule got into my way. The bike was giving me a few problems indexing, but I thought I had that figured out. Friday night went much later than planned, with a 04:00 alarm - like has happened too many times.  Still, we were out the door, crew and all, in good time. Several last minute texts and emails on the drive to Logan kept my mind off the nerves, but maybe I should have been focusing on what was coming. Weather forecasts predicted warm temps, a lot of sun and little if any wind over in Star Valley. Confidence was certainly there, but looking back, it was a false sense of something. You know - that feeling of how this isn't gonna be as hard as you are making it seem. Boy, I was anything but prepared...........

The ride out, the chase and the blow-up

The group was large - nearly eighty overall in our starting pack. The ride through the rolling neutral was calm, but disorganized. When we turn out onto highway 91, a couple guys took off. Like...REALLY? That breakaway gapped the rest of us by a fairly short distance. It didn't make any sense. Just before Franklin (or so it seems), a breakaway from women's race group caught us. Two women just putting the hammer down. I mean, this is nuts! At the Preston turn off, another large group of women racers had caught us, causing a huge traffic jam just ahead of the turn up to the Riverdale climb. By this point, we had been pushing it pretty hard, but still comfortable. The motor-marshals had to hold us back, as there must of been around two-hundred riders at the intersection. Pushing up the two climbs prior to the quick drop into Riverdale, the leaders of our group decided to put the hurt on the rest of us. I chased pretty hard going over the top and felt like I was in a good position to close at the bottom. At the turn at SR36, I really had to push it, as they had lit the after-burners. After the first couple miles it was clear I was on my own. Thing is (that I didn't take into consideration) was a very large part of our group was behind me and in worse shape than I. By that time, I was solidly lost in my head. At MP 13 I felt defeated and gave into the desire to put my foot down - for the first time. Going over the false-summit at MP 17 I felt depleted in everyway possible. At the neutral feed zone I was completely out of water (which has never happened before). Stopping, I was nearly locked-up. I downed two bottles of electrolyte and water, filled up again and headed up and over the summit. The seventeen-miles down was the slowest I have ever experienced - or so I thought. By Ovid, I was convinced I was cooked and would be pulling the plug. By this time, most of the race had already passed my by - which has happened before. This time, it seemed like I was in the desert alone. At Montpelier, I told the crew I was done and took my helmet off. They tried all they could to convince me otherwise, but I was done - period. It was perhaps one of the hardest things I've had to do for some time, knowing that within 30 minutes I would be pissed and wanting to go back. I had been beaten by my own disgust and weakness.

Turns out, the wind through Star Valley was terrible - as in 12 -15 MPH direct headwinds most of the way. Here's the thing; I always get beat-up on that first climb. I struggle over Geneva, it always gives me trouble, with KoM and Salt River usually up in the air. I can usually turn the last 100 miles into my best of the day. But that was well out of my head when I gave up - flat out QUIT! When I got home, I docked my Garmin and looked at my stats to see how I was really doing. Turns out, I threw it out way too fast. I've had trouble getting my heartrate up all summer long, typically not getting above 157 BPM for only a couple rides (intervals). This time, I pegged 170 BPM and was fully anerobic for nearly a full 35-minutes (Zone 5). Worse yet, I was also fully in threshold (Zone 4) for well over 2-hours getting there. I was fully aerobic for just over 80-minutes on top of all that. Yep, I took the bait and got the crap kicked out of me as a result. In the end, I didn't have to pull the plug, I only needed to have planned for what to do rather than panic and whimper. (What a dumb-ass!)

The take -away

The positive is what I was able to do. I mean, 170 BPM? My cardiologist may have something to say about it, but I was impressed. The fact that I could push Zone 5 that long is also impressive. I mean.....it was all in my head and I knew it and certainly know it now. Sure, the bike was indexing like garbage, had an annoying creak in the crank, but seriously? I didn't have the posture fatigue that has plagued me on longer rides this year and my legs had the strength I didn't think they had. The illness that had beat me down just a mere couple weeks prior certainly didn't help. But I was under-trained, in that I didn't have the confidence to punch through and re-assess. Training is more than building up the body, but also training your mind to resist the desire to put a foot down. With all this, I know what needs to be fixed and am working on the methods to put it back together.

West Portal at the Taft Tunnel

Set-backs required

Humility is an important ingredient to success. Sure, confidence is a must, but too much is dangerous. Well...I certainly wasn't totally over confident, but I wasn't truly humble either. That undeniable feeling of having experienced such a thing can work in your favor - if you let it. Will it work? Only time will tell, but I have experience to draw from if I can remember how it felt.

Resetting the System

Back to the Hiawatha for some easy riding and therapy

Thirty-eight years with my better half. We decided to take the bikes back to Montana/Idaho to do the Hiawatha again. Conditions were a little cool, but we layered-up and used the right gear for an enjoyable 30-miles on some easy dirt. We stay at this little place in Wallace, Idaho called the Ryan Hotel. The town itself is right out of the 1930's and the Ryan is certainly part of that experience. It has become a peaceful retreat for us. A helluva long drive, but the S-XM radio fills the gaps when the conversation lags. This was out second time up there, from five years ago. A lot more riders on the trail for being the last weekend of the year than what we had encountered that first go-around. One thing I noticed were all the E-bikes. People younger than me using them to ride both ways. A lot of seniors (older than me) riding them, because they can. That made me take an inventory of where I am in that mix. Some of these people were likely fit at one time, to the point they could have easily cover this trail on a "gravity" and pedal bike. Made me wonder when will I be in that situation that I won't be able to really ride like I prefer to do. The cold truth is it will come for all of us someday. Until then, I'll do what I can to resist the inevitable. Hell.... I ain't that old.

Rain Ride

A little different look than what I had posted earlier this season from the same spot....

Rained hard last night and was still off and on this morning.  Not too many years ago, I would push myself to ride in all the worst conditions. This morning, the coach in me took over and the drill was on - riding in the hard rain, with temps in the low to mid 40's along the way. The Drifter's (tires) aired down to about 20 PSI, conditions were ideal for a cold morning wake-up call. I dunno, maybe I'm really a dumb-ass, but I'm not that old. It was only 32 miles, but I did it in pretty good time and form. Frozen feet, hands and soaked to the bone - I intentionally decided against full cold-weather gear. Shorts, woolies (socks), an ear-protector and thin gloves. No helmet-cover, no leg-warmers, no shoe-covers - only lite-layers and a Gore shell up top. Damn miserable - but I loved every minute of it! This is what the of-season needs to look like - until my visit to the electro-physiologist in October.... I have a hunch they may want to take me out of commission for a couple weeks. A problem for future me. Until then, I'll act my age and continue doing stupid things - because I can.

The fate of us all,  Doolin-Dalton

At some point time will catch us all. We have to decide when to give it up, or go down swinging. Along the way, the spectators will watch, as though it will never happen to them. Eventually it catches all of us. I'm not putting them shootin'-irons down quite yet. I have a point to prove....

"The stage was set...." Will there be any tomorrow?

Click here for "Doolin-Dalton/Desperado (reprise) - "sooner or later....."

Pulling for Reed! Making it hurst when I can....

Recognizing those that support the "Porpoise"

 The Purpose of the Porpoise

Without the support of all of you, this thing wouldn't go anywhere. I cannot be too grateful for this support and what it actually does to make this simple, but yet potent machine function. Here's to you all - including those that simply stop by occasionally to see what nonsense I scratch-out. 

The coolest of sisters.......

I've said this before, my sisters are the coolest a kid could have. I'm the youngest of the herd, so they always had an influence. "B" stopped by again this year and gave the "Porpoise" a solid shove. She has always been kind of a leader into new frontiers and the future. Pretty sure she was the original Beatles fan on this continent -she has a sophisticated sense that makes her an original. More importantly, she is true to herself and her standards. I've said this before; 1978 Christmas - 52nd Street. Still a favorite of mine and one I would never have had the savvy to have bought on my own. That is only a small sample of the things I have learned from my "wiser" sister. Thanks for the support big sis!

The Legend

"D(o)" is back yet again. He is truly a legend. A man of which you can always find a solid demeaner. I'm always amazed at how he has vision well beyond the horizon. What seems to be an always even temperament, he is definitely a guy you want in your corner when the situation is tough. Thanks for being here again. I truly appreciate all you have done over the years. You are without a doubt - a true legend!

Partner in Crime

For a number of years, back when I was gainfully employed, I was fortunate to have worked with a couple really good engineers. Lots of projects all around the globe with some pretty interesting situations. I learned a lot from these guys. The guy I travelled with has been a frequent supporter of the Porpoise over the years. As a matter of fact, he was instrumental in me completing my first LOTOJA. We have both long since left that place, but stay in contact on a regular basis. He is without a doubt the smartest rider I know. I still ask him for advice in everything from engineering to cycling. A darn good guy who helped me survive a lot of stuff over the years. He even survived my driving in foreign countries. Thanks for showing up again TD. Lets stop a Fuagou for some meat on a stick....

Dearing-Dor

Yet another legacy supporter of the Porpoise, we've have a few good times on projects over the years. An endurance guy himself, he is often giving me ideas on nutrition and training. And then there are times when he gets talking about churros. Holy crap! Next thing you know, we are completely sideways on a job and wondering how we may have got to that point. Still, we knocked down some pretty good dragons over the years and I'm always glad to work with him. Thanks for sticking around. Just be a little careful taking calls at odd hours from Rod.....

One of the Home Crew

I've said this a million times before; my kids are 100 times smarter than I could ever be. This kid is no exception. Level headed and smart, with a ton of discipline. His own little cadre is quite the crew in itself. He's been around before the Porpoise was even a purpose. He's been to a handful of LOTOJAs over the years, so he know the in and outs of the entire season and event. Never been a bike rider himself, he still gets the bigger picture and manages to help out - a lot. I'm sure I can find another bottle of "Mule Sauce".

The Brightest Stars in the SKY

There are those individuals that simply seem to shine brighter than others in a crowd. Such is the case with A&M. Wow! We go back a long way. We seldom have much interaction anymore, but when they show up, they show up as the brightest in the sky. Call it a countenance, I dunno, but that's really the way it is. It is always good to see them again, as it brings back memories of better, perhaps simpler times. I wish I could say more without taking the luster off the finish. Lets just say they are always a welcome sight for my eyes. Thanks you two...........

Arrr! The rest of the crew...

These are the same knuckleheads that keep me going every year. Undoubtedly, this year was harder than others. In fact, this year just sucked (more about that in the wrap-up in a few days). Nonetheless, the crew stayed the course and kept things tolerable. It can't be done with them, especially the "first-mate" - Number 1. This year certainly didn't go as one would have liked, but then there are those things kind of out of our control. We have a lot to sort out between us, but we do have a solid crew and I know we'll be ready for the next season.

One more from the Road

Ah, the great Lynyrd Skynyrd album. Talk about great, this one came in while I was updating the post, but didn't notice it until on the way to Montana for the weekend. TK - the heart and soul of Cache Valley and a great friend. I worked with him form many years and learned what a calm demeanor and level head are really like. Also a loyal follower of the thing we call "The Porpoise", he is reliable as a new calendar. The one that coined the phrase "darker than the inside of a cow", he is a man of true wisdom and insight. Thanks for all you do......

The others - already covered

There were the others that stopped by earlier, in fact way early (see previous posts). I would be remis to leave them out of this wrap-up. The earliest came at a time when the wheels were coming off. It kept my mind in the game. Later, things really went south and the other sis pulled through - again at the right time. I can never say it enough; thanks for jumping in with the Porpoise this year. You have made a difference.

Race Summary and Fall Posting

Heading off for an easy dirt ride tomorrow. Helluva long drive, but beautiful country. Nothing technical at all, but some pretty neat features along the way. While out there, I'll draft up a season and race summary. After that, look for weekly posts through most of the remaining year. Normally the Porpoise rides until it snows. This year.....lets try out that snow bike and see how it goes.

Stick around and check in weekly when possible.

Here's one that kind of sums it all up nicely. That two string picking arrangement is something he and George developed early on. You may recognize it....

Click here for "Put it there" - McCartney

Pulling for REED! Enjoy the ride while you can........