It's no secret, I'm good in the slop. A mudder they call me. A favorite to win any race that's is cold and snotty. Unaffected by the cold and wet has its benefits, but riding in August is not one of them. Tired of watching others (seemingly unaffected by 95* temps) just float away, I'm gonna make a bold statement. I know I'm not gonna make anyone happy when I say I hope it rains at this years 40. I'm not talking about a little sprinkle here and there. I'm talking a category 3 (or better) hurricane. Ninety mph winds and horizontal rain would feel nice about now. Just close your eyes and think about it. You can keep your dry sunny days, I'll embrace the slop. Maybe, just maybe I'll get lucky...
Wednesday, June 30, 2010
Maybe I'll get lucky....
As if the gods answered a prayer. As I launched my attack at Mohican it started to pour...
It's no secret, I'm good in the slop. A mudder they call me. A favorite to win any race that's is cold and snotty. Unaffected by the cold and wet has its benefits, but riding in August is not one of them. Tired of watching others (seemingly unaffected by 95* temps) just float away, I'm gonna make a bold statement. I know I'm not gonna make anyone happy when I say I hope it rains at this years 40. I'm not talking about a little sprinkle here and there. I'm talking a category 3 (or better) hurricane. Ninety mph winds and horizontal rain would feel nice about now. Just close your eyes and think about it. You can keep your dry sunny days, I'll embrace the slop. Maybe, just maybe I'll get lucky...
It's no secret, I'm good in the slop. A mudder they call me. A favorite to win any race that's is cold and snotty. Unaffected by the cold and wet has its benefits, but riding in August is not one of them. Tired of watching others (seemingly unaffected by 95* temps) just float away, I'm gonna make a bold statement. I know I'm not gonna make anyone happy when I say I hope it rains at this years 40. I'm not talking about a little sprinkle here and there. I'm talking a category 3 (or better) hurricane. Ninety mph winds and horizontal rain would feel nice about now. Just close your eyes and think about it. You can keep your dry sunny days, I'll embrace the slop. Maybe, just maybe I'll get lucky...
Tuesday, June 22, 2010
Just playing around
The perfect flickable machine...
I forgot how fast you can ride on a geared bike, and how much fun a 26er can be.
"Borrowing" Jocelyn's Vicious Cycles Metal Guru for the last couple days has been fun. Flying through rooty corners on the Vicious with it's telepathic handling and nervous trail manners makes me wonder why I ever went 29er. Coming home with a smile on my face I told her "It's just a super fun machine to ride". She agrees. The Vicious is definitely a East Coast bike, built by a local frame builder from New Paltz N.Y.
Guess what kiddies? we live on the East Coast, not Marin County Ca.
Just wondering what ever became of Vicious Cycles. Lots of rumors floating around, hope Carl can pull it out and give us a alternative to the big three. I'm getting kind of tired seeing the same bikes over and over...
I forgot how fast you can ride on a geared bike, and how much fun a 26er can be. "Borrowing" Jocelyn's Vicious Cycles Metal Guru for the last couple days has been fun. Flying through rooty corners on the Vicious with it's telepathic handling and nervous trail manners makes me wonder why I ever went 29er. Coming home with a smile on my face I told her "It's just a super fun machine to ride". She agrees. The Vicious is definitely a East Coast bike, built by a local frame builder from New Paltz N.Y.
Guess what kiddies? we live on the East Coast, not Marin County Ca.
Just wondering what ever became of Vicious Cycles. Lots of rumors floating around, hope Carl can pull it out and give us a alternative to the big three. I'm getting kind of tired seeing the same bikes over and over...
Tuesday, June 15, 2010
Keeping it local
Pennsylvania... Home of Pump-n-Pantry
Pump-n-Pantry... Home of sausage, egg and cheese pizza...WTF?
After the last few weeks I'm fried.
Fried from the racing but mostly fried from the travel. Vermont three weeks ago, Ohio last week and Pennsylvania (for the Stoopid 50) this week have left me depleted. I just can't drive that much. It wears me out....
Not to mention the car....
Three years old and 74000 miles later it's time to give it a rest. The check engine light is on and my clutch has developed a leak so I've decided that there will be no unnecessary car trips in the near future. I won't be at Lewis Morris either. Two weeks away and I'm looking forward to blowing this one off. Call it a vacation from racing. Instead I'll be out getting reacquainted with the Ramapo Mountains. Just riding my bike and trying to recharge before the Dark Horse 40. Want to ride? leave me a message. Or just jump on if you see me in the woods.
Till then....
Pump-n-Pantry... Home of sausage, egg and cheese pizza...WTF?
After the last few weeks I'm fried.
Fried from the racing but mostly fried from the travel. Vermont three weeks ago, Ohio last week and Pennsylvania (for the Stoopid 50) this week have left me depleted. I just can't drive that much. It wears me out....
Not to mention the car....
Three years old and 74000 miles later it's time to give it a rest. The check engine light is on and my clutch has developed a leak so I've decided that there will be no unnecessary car trips in the near future. I won't be at Lewis Morris either. Two weeks away and I'm looking forward to blowing this one off. Call it a vacation from racing. Instead I'll be out getting reacquainted with the Ramapo Mountains. Just riding my bike and trying to recharge before the Dark Horse 40. Want to ride? leave me a message. Or just jump on if you see me in the woods.
Till then....
Sunday, June 6, 2010
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