Saturday, April 01, 2017

Thursday, June 11, 2009

Raining Ice Picks On Your Steel Shore

I love this song. It’s amazing. And I’m surprised the video doesn’t give me seizures.

Soundgarden - from Badmotorfinger

And if you didn't catch what Cornell is howling in the first video, this cover will help you catch you up to speed.

Johnny Cash with Tom Petty & the Heartbreakers - From Unchained

Sunday, May 17, 2009

Wind It Out

Two more good rides this weekend.

The wind on Saturday morning was a constant 20-25 mph. The kind of wind that used to just make me stay in and pour another cup of java and read more op-eds. Not Saturday. I headed out just after 6 am and rode right into the teeth of that wind for 22 miles. It was brutal, it was dull, it was good for my moral fiber.

And I laughed the whole way.

Then I turned around. The ride home I took a few detours making the total trip just over 50 miles.

Sunday I didn't get out until late afternoon and did almost the same course, sans a 4.5 mile out-and-back stretch on the western end. Again, the wind was there, but not as stiff. 41 miles in just over 2 hours.

One difference in my usually dull training rides out into farmland this year has been to add in what A&S weenies would lynch me for even mentioning. An MP3 player. Tunes on a ride! Very good company. As for the danger of the headphones? I don't buy it anymore. I can hear vehicles just as early as I did w/o music.

So the preparation for further goals continues. 90 more miles in the legs. Yum.

Wednesday, May 13, 2009

An Odd Tuesday Night Ride

A few minutes before 6 pm. Great weather for a Tuesday night ride. Low 70s with a bit of chill in the air. Just add armwarmers and I’m good to go. Start w/ eight in the group. The usual fast rollout down the craters of the moon road.

Along the way, a few guys in club jerseys hop on.

By the time we hit around mile five, about two dozen riders sporting various local team kits jump in with us. I can sense the faster guys in our group are salivating, but not me. Unfamiliar riders on narrow somewhat busy rush hour streets make me skittish.

I end up somewhere in the middle of the pack at a major road crossing without any familiar faces.

I see our guys are off the front after the crossing, so I give chase. As they are way off in the distance, all I end up doing is dragging a bunch of faster riders with me, all of whom gradually pick me off and spit me out the back. Riders are over the center line cresting hills, rounding corners, jockeying for position, and I get a strange feeling this is not where I want to be.

I drop back, let the groups go, and then start to chase. The rest of the ride is just digging deep and working hard. By the second pass of the rollers and what passes for a big climb on the ride, my legs finally respond and I feel good riding with the remainder of our group who waited at the top of the climb.

All in all, a pretty fast ride, but another reminder that close quarters racing is not in my blood.

Can’t wait to do it again next Tuesday.