6.30.2009

rolling past the White House

I was going left
so... his taking the inside lane had its logic

oh... and I am a freak riding his bike with a camera in his hands

Breck Bike Week!


Breck Bike Week!
www.gobreck.com

hard to tell from this image... but that second building in looks like the Gold Pan Saloon
years ago I worked as a bouncer there
figured I was spending so much time there I best get paid for it

downtown... then up to Capital Hill before heading home



some shots on the move... some better than others

Chris Scott has a BLOG!

Chris Scott has a BLOG!
http://chrisscottistan.blogspot.com/

what comes up when searching Chris Scott on the Gwadzilla Page?

SUPPORT IMBA:International Mountain Bike Association!

IMBA is working on mountain bike trails near you...
how can you help?

SUPPORT IMBA!

in the DC Area IMBA is working on redesigning FOUNTAINHEAD... now... if we could only get a little IMBA Love over at FORT DUPONT here in the District proper!


decent prices and a wide selection...

last night I got an email from a guy out of Baltimore asking if I would take a look at his online bicycle apparel company

COOL!
Decent Prices and a Wide Selection...

www.cyclegarb.com

looking for a new jersey?
looking for a gift for that special cycling someone?
this page covers a wide variety of jerseys styles

various shots on the move... none so good




Brian W. Knight snapped some sweet shots at the 12 Hours of Cranky Monkey

and she said... DO YOU WANNA RACE?!?!?!?!

she set the challenge
she stepped up the pace
she asked me if I wanted to race

I think she won...
and thank goodness she turned before U Street
I would have hated to have her drop me on the climb

Bicycle based moving company...

Cargo Bike used for Montreal Moving Company!
www.myette.net
news story on GOOGLE

raining here... do I bother packing for W@W #2?

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down to the basement to lube the chain and give the Jamis one last look after its episode with the Taco Bell Drive Thru



easy enough... now... how much rain are we getting? and is this rain going to ruin my Wednesday evening plans?



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not the shot I thought I caught

waiting for the latest issue to appear electronic

I did not take that photo
but I have seen that perspective
and from maurice
I think that is the paparazzi's response to having the camera pointed at them

DIRT RAG
waiting for that little red riding hood image to go digital
until then
read old issues
hey... I bet if you called to subscribe and asked for a few back issues they would hook you up
DIRT RAG IS COOL!
subscribe for life!

6.28.2009

FARRAH!


Farrah could very easily teach me to stay in a pace line!
http://chicksandbikes.blogspot.com/

RIP Farrah!

some words here about our exchange as I took this photo

if these sidewalks could talk...


redeemed the day...

the day was redeemed...

the demons that kept me from driving to the race outside of Richmond were trying to keep me from riding
the bags were packed and the bikes were ready
permission had already been granted
yet... I was still at home mid morning

I tried to ignore the demons
it is more than not listening to the demons
it is more a matter of staying your course even if that course is counter to where the demons are trying to guide you

I was on dirt at Schaeffer Farms in Germantown at roughly the same time that they race would be started in Richmond
with no grand ambition other than riding I got on the bike... dressed in the new DCMTB Kit... riding the Jamis Single Speed not the Niner Geared Double Banger
the body was fueled with the elements that had been packed for the race that I decided not to participate in
Red Bull was part of that collection of pre race/pre ride fuels

it is good to get caffeinated
caffeine is a legal drug with not just the ability to give energy but it also alters moods
I needed to have my mood altered
not only does caffeine alter moods.... so does mountain biking

I may have been smiling before I got the tires on dirt
as it is good to be on the bike
I was glad to be on the bike

there had been a sprinkle on the windshield on the drive up
but not enough to merit use of the new wiper blades
so I hit the trails buff and dry
oh man!

the Open Field appears to have corn
not sure if soy is grown after the corn
the stalks are roughly 3/4 full height
it is a series of slaps by big green leaves in the open field

the Orange trail got a good bit of my attention after I did a loop that involved a series of right hand turns... right... right... right... right... right... and then straight instead of right
or something to that effect

looping around the Orange Trail in an effort to have a little more fun before I call it a day
I could guesstimate on my duration in the woods
but it would really be nothing more than a guess
my guess.... under two hours

then back home
all in far less time than racing in Richmond
less time... less travel... and less money
it was good to get on the bike
I needed that

the 1700 block of Lamont Street NW

RUNRIDERACE... sleep... bed won over bike

ah... the failure of not pre-registering
ah... the short comings of not planning sooner in advance
ah... the error of listening to those voices in my head


the bike was tuned and the bags were packed
various forms of energy fuel were set aside...
directions had been printed
in short... I was all set

on Friday I had cleared this with my wife and made plans to drive down to the Richmond area for a race at Camp Hilbert
caught up with Cargo Mike and introduced the thought of racing on Sunday
we were each a strong maybe... 95% maybe... as the weekend progressed my maybe turned into a yes... then Saturday night as I prepped my gear I tried to connect with Cargo Mike for confirmation
could not make contact
I started to get some hesitancy on the notion of driving the GOOGLE MAPS estimated two hours and 22 minutes
I fought those demons
by the time I went to bed I thought I had beaten back those demons
my hesitancy had transformed into determination

then... this am when I woke I was not feeling 100 %
we often wake not feeling 100 %
in my semi sleep state I weighed the scales of driving two hours and 22 minutes solo and climbing back into bed
foolishly... I climbed back into bed
it was an easy argument for the demons in my head to win
morning self is not such a strong person

all of my little efforts to get to the race start could not trump the my lack of desire to drive that distance this morning solo
I tried to use my morning loose stool as my excuse
even though I knew that I would feel like a very different person by the noon time start
so... here it is.. not even 10AM and I am dreading my decision

"you always feel better on the bike..."
"nike says... just do it!"
"ride your bike... just ride your bike"
none of the usual phrases I use to battle these demons was strong enough to get me to load the car
I should have stopped listening to those voices and set things for auto pilot
I was up and out of bed a few minutes before I had planned
it is true... I should have just walked downstairs... poured some coffee and started my momentum
coffee could have made me strong enough to debate with the demons
the demons had a flimsy argument
yet the demons won

ah... those demons of malaise
ah... those demons of lethargy
those demons of stagnation over activity

how bad could the drive be?
I guess I have gotten lazy... I knew I had gotten lazy
most races are raced alone... it is not uncommon for me to go to races alone... it is faster and easier to travel alone... there is no cross down drives to get friends... just a straight shot to and from the race parking lot
but no... I caved to the voices in my head
knowing full well nothing cures my malaise better than riding/racing the bike

yesterday had beautiful weather for the bike
I am certain today will offer some beautiful weather for the bike
let me see if I can mustard up the motivation to go out and ride my bike
need to get over this hump

two hours to start time...
next time I will know to ignore those voices in my head
now if I could only ignore the voices of my sometimes needy children
ahhh... build your own LEGO SHIPS!

6.27.2009

stopped at the light I thought maybe I saw a shot...

there has to be something in the foreground and the background... then go from there

dogs... dogs... dogs


ten races you can do with your dog...
www.active.com

approaching three years since Roscoe died
my black dog Brutus is starting to slow down...
http://roscoeandbrutus.blogspot.com/

it may be time to place an order...

it may be time for me to place an order for some more Speedy # 44


2 Drunk 2 Shift
http://2drunk2shift.blogspot.com/
http://www.myspace.com/speedyshotsauce

you need to ZOOM IN!



you need to ZOOM IN
yes... there is a bicycle in this so centered photograph

while riding over to the New Target (which is almost not new any more) to get a birthday present for a kid down the block
the kids went to the bowling party without paying their Birthday Party Tax
so... we went to Target thinking we would get this friend from down the block either a pair of Nerf Guns or one of those Remote Control Helicopter
either a great toy for twenty some dollars

so... well... this purchase of the gift and the promise that they could spend some of their own money on some things that they had been wanting to buy

with Dean riding ahead and Grant getting frustrated with all the stopping and starting again a little bit behind I stopped to get a shot of Grant coming my way when I saw not just this bicycle within this beautiful doorway
but also Bruce Fields... the man who lives in the woods down the block from me in Rock Creek Park

usually Bruce Fields is seen hobbling along babbling to himself with a crutch at his side
so to see him with a bicycle is an interesting site
and fair game...
I take photos of people with bicycles

Grant caught up leaving only enough time to snap this same perspective twice
then Grant gracefully weaved his way through the pedestrian littered sidewalk that had awkward posts every five feet to make the space on the sidewalk an obstacle course
like urban singletrack

we got the Nerf Guns
they were a hit
the boys passed them off then ran home to get theirs


urban art...

6.25.2009

homework... I must do my homework...

but not right now....
now I need to get a beer and watch the rest of this George Carlin tribute at the Kennedy Center

tomorrow.... if I have a moment
more likely this weekend I will catch up to hear the words of Ikon O Klasst
as I have yet to hear him spin his yarn of what happened on the bike at the 24 Hours of BigBear this year...

Wrench In The Gears
http://wrenchinthegears.blogspot.com/

fixed gear off road?
24 hour relay fixed gear?

the fixed gear is now
what the single speed was then

The Governor's Cup

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The Governor's Cup
www.smcm.edu



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prom night...

this photo surfaced some time ago on FACEBOOK
I get a kick out of it

funny to look at it and think about what it was to be seventeen...
what it was to be that person in that time...

that house is not there anymore...
and I have not seen that guy in the white dinner jacket in quite some time...

maybe Ikon O Klasst could throw together a cartoon...

Photos by Martin from last year
http://martinradigan.smugmug.com

funny... here I am scanning the web for Photos from last nights race at Wakefield
nothing so far... Kevin Dillard was on location last night... but his hands were happily on the grips rather than clutching the camera

great shots Martin!
how did I not see this set last year
some real quality shots!

now... Ikon O Klasst
can you draw up an image of my oversized body huntched over the computer screen desparately searching for images of myself on the bike?
artistic license would allow the beard... even though I am clean shaven now

our systems and our services could use some work


this FAIL site is really funny
too bad I am too lazy to share the link.

Captain 20!

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Documentary about Local Legend Captain 20!
http://www.dickdyszel.com/


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DCMTBers!

Michael Jackson Dead.

this is an opportunity for so many jokes... yet I refrain the story of Michael Jackson is a sad one what incidents in his life created this man? what ever happened to that happy little boy who loved to sing and dance? was he really the freak that the tabloids showed us?

another shot of Sean (or is it Shawn?)

can someone get Sean the URL to my page...
if you have Internet Access available and Sean is at your side... can you show him my page
then... can you email Sean's mom my page
Sean made mention he wanted to send him mom the link to my page

Apache Skateboarders...

morning traffic at Dupont

Kelly Rockwell launches out of the water

Kelly launches out of the water
I did not take this shot
just stole it from her FACEBOOK Page
such a great shot
hope she does not mind!

GO KELLY GO!

get these people in the HOV LANE!

Farrah...

Farrah...
it has been announced that Farrah has left this world

www.kansascity.com

RACE REPORT:Wednesday at Wakefield #1 2009


some photos by me
some photos by my wife
then some photos by Darren
http://thebikeandmore.blogspot.com/

it has been a while since I have raced
which means it has been a long time since I have posted a race report
brace yourself... these can be long

RACE REPORT: W@W#1

Wednesday At Wakefield Number One 2009

It had been a long time since I had race and even longer since I had ridden my Jamis Exile Single Speed

Monday evening I dropped by a friend's house to grab my single speed machine
my friend Matt had been good enough to bleed my brakes for me
managing a task that I am unfamiliar with... thanks Matt

this allowed me bicycle race options... the Single Speed 29er was going to be my bike of choice
Tuesday I commuted on the this old bike... the short ride to and from work was enough for me to figure out lever angles, seat tube extension, and that I needed to tighten my chain and swap out my pedals for ones that grasp my cleats

Pre race anxiety pumped through my veins the night prior as I packed my bags and considered the events of the evening to follow
I thought about the injury of the early season and how good I had felt on the bike months ago and how poor I felt on the bike at this point in the season
I thought about how little strength and speed I felt as well as my lack of confidence on the bike
then I got my head right... JUST RIDE YOUR BIKE


I took a deep breath and reminded myself to JUST RIDE MY BIKE

JUST RIDE MY BIKE
JUST RIDE MY BIKE
JUST RIDE MY BIKE


as I took deep breaths I reminded myself... it is not about winning or losing... it is about riding my bike
sure I planned on getting out there and giving it my all
but if there were people in my class who were more fit or faster... well... I would have to let them go
I could only do what my body would allow me to do

I was not sure how much energy I would have on the bike

I focused on breathing and relaxing
my little mantra calmed my nerves
prerace anxiety turned into excitement to ride my bike

the work day came and the events of the day did not allow for me to leave early
I rolled out of work and got on the bike and rushed home
as I rolled up 18th Street through Adams Morgan I tried not to think about how weak my legs felt

instead I just reminded myself to JUST RIDE MY BIKE

I thought to myself... sure I am in poor shape... racing is training and this is a training race
what are my options? wait until I am in better shape to start racing again?
who cares where I finish... being out there is the point of the game
it is about getting out on the bike
I knew I needed to get out on the bike
Wednesday at Wakefield is a great excuse to get out on the bike

I arrived home and pulled the Honda Element around the alley in the back of the house and loaded things up
along with my bags of gear and bike I loaded up the boys' bikes and
some food that Lisa had packed for dinner
the family was joining me
once the car was packed I went upstairs and rallied the kids... Come on boys... for daddy to m
ake his race we need to leave pronto!

the traffic started before I got to Mount Pleasant Street just blocks away
along with the traffic came anxiety

it was 5:35 and I needed to be on the line by 6:55
as the crow flies Wakefield is not far... but it can be a fight to get their at this time of day
that traffic induced anxiety continued... I went from radio station to radio station looking for a song as I fought to find progress in the early Rush Hour grid lock
as I drove Lisa and Dean tried to read and Grant slept

I banged the steering wheel... I cursed the inefficient... and I tried not to be the person that I hate
when we finally got onto Interstate 395 I reminded myself to breath... I reminded myself to relax... then with a glance at the clock I cracked open a can of Red Bull... ate a banana... then ate an energy bar

we arrived with enough time for me to gain composure before approaching the line
in my new DCMTB Kit on my body and my race number on my bike I joined the Clydesdale just minutes before Scott Scudamore released the Expert Men
there was no time for a warm up... which was fine... warming up is not really part of my routine

I scanned the group of over sized riders and was relieved that neither Greg P or Chris Redlack were in attendance... greetings were exchanged as I rolled up between Quigley and Marine John
then I looked at the others around me
in position to race I looked down at my bike

I questioned my decision to bring my single speed rather than my cushy double banger

as each class was released there was a pleasant exchange with the familiar faces
then it became our turn to start
Scott Scudamore went from friendly conversation to a surprise GO!

and we were off...
clumsily I tried to pedal forward and get into my clips
I was surprised by the start and feared that I was going to get dropped on the first hill

the race starts on a road that feeds up a short gravel hill towards the single track
not that the race is determined by the "hole shot" but there are some advantages
if not at least some psychological advantages
on the loose gravel I tried to find traction as I fought my way up this little hill towards
the race course
as I hit the crest of the hill I heard friend's voices cheering my name and I was pleased not so much to be in the lead at this point but to be on the bike
on the bike and feeling pretty okay

onto the single track I pulled back the pace
I am certain that the riders behind me were wondering why I had worked so hard to get in the front only to slow it down
but... I was on a bike that was completely unfamiliar to me
I needed to warm up to the handling of this unfamiliar bike
as well as knowing that there was a cluster of bikes just ahead
I knew it was senseless to sprint to the queue

into the woods and we were already catching the slower racers from the classes released ahead of us
just as I had to deal with the traffic driving to the race
I knew that I would have to deal with the traffic on the race course
Wakefield can be a lesson in passing and allowing the pass
sadly so many feel that it is also a lesson in fighting the pass... but no... let the faster racer pass... don't fi
ght them

one by one... two by two I tried to make polite and safe passes
for the most part people were good about allowing the pass
when I got stuck behind a long line of bikes I accepted things
understanding that they have a right to race as well
so I took these times to let my legs and lungs recover
then when there was a spot to pass... I took it

not sure of my competition I looked a the trail as it doubled back
always checking for larger riders following close behind
there were times when I saw the people I had lined up with... but this glance at the parallel trail is not always a good indicator of anything

I felt pretty good... it seemed that the Red Bull I had drank before the race was compensating quite well for my lack of training
in my water bottle I had GATOR-RAGE... a mixture of Gatorade and Red Bull that I moistened my
mouth with when I could

at the end of the first lap I was in the lead of my class and feeling pretty okay
at the start of the second lap I tried to find a groove
I was racing... but not at hypoxic race pace... trying to flow more... trying not to cramp... trying not to blow up... and trying not to crash
there were times when I may have been riding too casual

lap two much like lap one put me in line with an assortment of single track catepillars
there was much passing to do
for the most part people were pretty accepting of my request to pass
never would I ask anyone to slow and stop for me to pass
for the most part the skip of a pedal stroke or two would be enough for me to make the pass
but no... so often the Sport Men fight the pass... the move along at a less than race pace until someone gets on their tail... then they speed up... then when a pass is attempted they accelerate more
it can be frustrating and exhausting
it can also be dangerous

again... Wakefield can be a lesson in passing... passing is part of racing... Wakefield is about catching that set of tires in front of you and then passing them

at the start of lap three I cooled things down a bit... thought about SMART RACING... trying not to crash, cramp, or get a flat
I was confident that I had built a gap on the following Clydesdales and could tone things down a tad
the third lap had a few less racers clustered in front of me so I was able to try to flow through the course

half way through the last lap I smiled
I felt good about how my body was responding
I was soaked in sweat but I was not dying
not sure how much gas I had in the tank
but I knew that I had enough to finish the race
I rolled through the finishline and looked for my family
I passed friends and familar faces trying to find my wife and kids
then... there they were
they were not as excited to see me as I was to see them
to them it may have been just a hot evening standing around in the park
to me... to me this evening was many things

this morning I woke feeling refreshed
like waking from a dream
Wakefield served its purpose

the race was good enough that I plan on fighting Rush Hour Traffic a few more times to try and race again...
already looking forward to next week!

hopefully next week goes as well
and maybe you can get a better report