Camp MBAR is officially one week in the past. My buddy Justin got a good camp report posted on his blog. Legs are still tired and stomach still feels empty, but I do think it was a quality effort that will help towards one Kona inspired output on June 21st.
Thanks to those that joined for the big effort last Sunday. If I could take that ride and route back I probably would. As the great Yogi Berra once uttered, "No one goes there anymore, its too crowded." My thoughts exactly. I don't know if I ever need to ride Wentworth Springs again, and definitely not on a sunny Sunday afternoon. I guess deep down I hope that the motorcyclist we say flying threw the air is ok, but on the surface I can't help thinking he got what was coming to him. Why is it that some have such a brazen attitude towards others and safety? Why is it that I am still really upset by this event? Why am I wearing wool socks, fleece pants, and a down jacket on June 6th? My world is really out of whack!
Monday's effort was the perfect antidote for Sunday's mayhem. We ventured off into the south county flats (yeah right, nothing is flat around here) and enjoyed empty roads and long chit chatty miles. Ironman Coeur d'Alene got its talons into my this week. Thank god school is over and I really don't need to focus on anything else right now. A nice set of training days was exactly what was in order to get the focused race ready
Riding this weekend seems to be a bit random. Maybe that is the effect of last Tuesdays utterly random FT3 outing. For those of us who missed it, well I think we missed something that only comes around every once in awhile. The stories keep pouring in and I am still kicking myself for not being there. It is a good thing you guys didn't say you were from San Fran, or baldy may have stared swinging. Anyway, back to riding, some folks might be heading to Tahoe on Sunday for a loop of the lake, Ghostrider and family are out right now running his sister through a mini Camp El Do in her own 1/2man prep, Cap'n is befriending local riders left and right and inviting them to a 7:30 roll out, who knows where NoHandle is these days, B is skiing down diminishing snow piles, and well that about covers it.
Upcoming Ride:
Mid July: Date and Type of bike TBA
The first annual Tour of P'ville Steeps: We are blessed with a plethora of ridiculously steep hills in the city limits of Ol' Hangtown. It's time we take these bad boys down in one fail swoop. Rictor, Big Cut, Clay, The hill by B's House, Stuff by the Hospital...these are all in the mix. In short time we will convene for a route planning event. The event will include proper hydration for the upcoming ride. Goals: Never leave the city limits, hit all major climbs and see how much vertical we pull. I still am thinking this calls for a the fixies...but that might just be crazy talk.
Why is the bike so addicting? Where does Peter live on race day? Why don't more people understand the need for a bicycle friendly environment? Why did I not get signed to a Pro team this year? Why is yard work so much less fun than biking? Have you seen my DTI, it appears I lost it last weekend?
Three Cheers!
The other day I ran on the new section of bike trail, connecting Ray Lawyer to Mo Flat. Both Cap'n and Dan Bolster had a lot to do with this improvement. When juxtaposed (yes I just used juxtaposed in the blog) with the ridiculous work taking place on main street. This project jumps out as a quick and huge improvement to our local biking, walking, and family friendly scene! I am drafting a letter to formally address how much improvements like this positively impact our community. Great job getting through the old guard and getting some progressive work done Cap'n! Spot on Mate!
Upcome Rides:
Sunday 6/7: Starbucks at 7:30
Tuesday 6/9: FT3
Sunday 6/21: IM CDA
July 2009: Tour de P'ville Steeps
Until We Ride Again:
LOtB
Saturday, June 6, 2009
Wednesday, June 3, 2009
Guest Authors: How’d it Taste?
The following ride report was provided, in a joint effort, by Cap'n and Councilman. There is much to report from the last several days, but this post seemed to capture the mood pretty well, so enjoy. On a side note, I was fast asleep by 8:30 with tacos dancing in my dreams. Additionally, in line with new levels of low, I have added a link to a video at the bottom discussing the future plans from the marketing minds at DZ Nuts (the video itself would not fit)!
Ride #55 Report:
June 2nd Pictures
Ride leader (plus Molly) showed for the send-off, (although commitments made by Lars to show for the taco part were not followed though with), we do appreciate the parking lot nod and three consecutive day road ride report. Cap'n, B, Ghost, In-law and Councilman rolled out for a nice evening ride on trails anticipated to be free of dust. There was discussion of the 40% chance of rain potential but that only transpired into drops that never actually fell upon us. Many other things, much different than rain did fall upon us though. We were five but we were a feisty five. 6:45ish start due to pre-ride discussion and requisite SSFT3 hydration. We started up the horse trail behind Sly Park entrance, steered NW on a wicked steep climb. By the time we were half way up it, B decided to give it a name “I’m gonna barf,” yep, he did barf and, alas a trail was named. B is for barf.
After visiting the table grave yard, descending where Patrick lost his brake pad and back up toward Park Creek the group decided against heading in the direction of gunfire and went straight to Wedding March. At the pit stop In-Law took some creative license in attempt to determine the acronym UFK which was tagged on Cap’n’s home the night before. This was the first hint we may be headed for new conversational lows at the Knott table. We rode the wedding march and a clean shaven and svelte Barrett was clearly ready for a wedding and demonstrated so by pulling off a no-crash nose-wheelie! We descended the Rock Garden where Barrett again found his Mojo and cleared the rock garden. Maybe the clean shaven look is working for him. At the creek crossing near the campground B produced the all weather unbreakable camcorder for some sweet creek crossing footage with a fisherman observer. I would love to know what he was thinking. We then started back around the lake and took the horse trail to the upper parking lot. We climbed Rufus Rage crossed over Mormon Immigrant, and then down Hillbilly ?? where we came upon a shooting range and B offered another questionable group photo op. The gats came out and the FT3 gangsta’s showed their true colors (hint number two we were in fo’ a different type of FT3). Where was Ian? From there, we went down sweet single track to Fleming fireroad and back to 2nd dam. We went around first dam, thru fishing grounds, reverse course at Marina threw some of us for a loop but it was an intentional move to head over to far end of Patrick's trail for backdoor parking lot entry. It was there near the road that the beer challenge was made for any rider to clean the steep entry to Patrick’s Trail. The MacAskill skills were honed, but none shall pass. It was also decided that should any rider clean the section, they shall have the badge of their name on the trail. Total mileage 17, total time 2:20.
No firepit, it was swarmed by aliens or French people. Tacos were a little bland, sauce choices were deemed ‘weak sauce’ but we made good by dabbling in various four-sauce combos. The classic ‘pepper’ was even brought out, lid off and was an instant hit. Yes, the settlers know what they were doing with pepper. There was discussion of bringing our own sauces/condiments in future. There was also detailed discussion of female anatomy, biological functions, and agreement that conversation had reached new low with a specific never before asked question from in-law. B and Councilman went deep with Da Bomb (photos to prove application) and one of them suffered immensely.
Someone suggested the Pino Lodge’, and no one voiced opposition, rather the responses sounded like “please?” There we met Adam the skinhead who immediately challenged the group to an armwrestling match for beer. Lucy the Lush and her Serbian Paramilitary boyfriend were also there along with some roofing contractor, and the Councilman's estranged babysitter. Shots of Jim Beam Rye went all around, then arm wrestling challenges were followed upon. Cap'n and B proved up to the effort, easily defeating young Adam. B lost to said roofer, Cap'n to paramilitary man, B beat Cap'n and Councilman lost to everyone. Ghost decided we needed another round of shots, and opted for Tweakin Puerto Rican's. Inlaw and Councilman stepped up and capped off the night in proper fashion. B and Cap’n were enjoying their hard fought Coors Original from winning arm wrestling matches.
DZ NUTS Movie
Ride #55 Report:
June 2nd Pictures
Ride leader (plus Molly) showed for the send-off, (although commitments made by Lars to show for the taco part were not followed though with), we do appreciate the parking lot nod and three consecutive day road ride report. Cap'n, B, Ghost, In-law and Councilman rolled out for a nice evening ride on trails anticipated to be free of dust. There was discussion of the 40% chance of rain potential but that only transpired into drops that never actually fell upon us. Many other things, much different than rain did fall upon us though. We were five but we were a feisty five. 6:45ish start due to pre-ride discussion and requisite SSFT3 hydration. We started up the horse trail behind Sly Park entrance, steered NW on a wicked steep climb. By the time we were half way up it, B decided to give it a name “I’m gonna barf,” yep, he did barf and, alas a trail was named. B is for barf.
After visiting the table grave yard, descending where Patrick lost his brake pad and back up toward Park Creek the group decided against heading in the direction of gunfire and went straight to Wedding March. At the pit stop In-Law took some creative license in attempt to determine the acronym UFK which was tagged on Cap’n’s home the night before. This was the first hint we may be headed for new conversational lows at the Knott table. We rode the wedding march and a clean shaven and svelte Barrett was clearly ready for a wedding and demonstrated so by pulling off a no-crash nose-wheelie! We descended the Rock Garden where Barrett again found his Mojo and cleared the rock garden. Maybe the clean shaven look is working for him. At the creek crossing near the campground B produced the all weather unbreakable camcorder for some sweet creek crossing footage with a fisherman observer. I would love to know what he was thinking. We then started back around the lake and took the horse trail to the upper parking lot. We climbed Rufus Rage crossed over Mormon Immigrant, and then down Hillbilly ?? where we came upon a shooting range and B offered another questionable group photo op. The gats came out and the FT3 gangsta’s showed their true colors (hint number two we were in fo’ a different type of FT3). Where was Ian? From there, we went down sweet single track to Fleming fireroad and back to 2nd dam. We went around first dam, thru fishing grounds, reverse course at Marina threw some of us for a loop but it was an intentional move to head over to far end of Patrick's trail for backdoor parking lot entry. It was there near the road that the beer challenge was made for any rider to clean the steep entry to Patrick’s Trail. The MacAskill skills were honed, but none shall pass. It was also decided that should any rider clean the section, they shall have the badge of their name on the trail. Total mileage 17, total time 2:20.
No firepit, it was swarmed by aliens or French people. Tacos were a little bland, sauce choices were deemed ‘weak sauce’ but we made good by dabbling in various four-sauce combos. The classic ‘pepper’ was even brought out, lid off and was an instant hit. Yes, the settlers know what they were doing with pepper. There was discussion of bringing our own sauces/condiments in future. There was also detailed discussion of female anatomy, biological functions, and agreement that conversation had reached new low with a specific never before asked question from in-law. B and Councilman went deep with Da Bomb (photos to prove application) and one of them suffered immensely.
Someone suggested the Pino Lodge’, and no one voiced opposition, rather the responses sounded like “please?” There we met Adam the skinhead who immediately challenged the group to an armwrestling match for beer. Lucy the Lush and her Serbian Paramilitary boyfriend were also there along with some roofing contractor, and the Councilman's estranged babysitter. Shots of Jim Beam Rye went all around, then arm wrestling challenges were followed upon. Cap'n and B proved up to the effort, easily defeating young Adam. B lost to said roofer, Cap'n to paramilitary man, B beat Cap'n and Councilman lost to everyone. Ghost decided we needed another round of shots, and opted for Tweakin Puerto Rican's. Inlaw and Councilman stepped up and capped off the night in proper fashion. B and Cap’n were enjoying their hard fought Coors Original from winning arm wrestling matches.
DZ NUTS Movie
Tuesday, June 2, 2009
Forcast Calls for Pain!
My buddy Justin and I just wrapped up our training sessions. Needless to say, I am well deep in the the pain and fatigue cave. None of this changes the fact that tonight is Ride #55! There are many stories to be told. If you have not yet heard of the Motorcycle crash, well it has forever changed my outlook on Wentworth Springs road.
My status for tonights ride is still up in the air, but I will be there for tacos.
Mosquito @ 5:45...Exit 54?
Have to run to the airport, more reports later!
Until we ride again
LOtB
My status for tonights ride is still up in the air, but I will be there for tacos.
Mosquito @ 5:45...Exit 54?
Have to run to the airport, more reports later!
Until we ride again
LOtB
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