Monday, December 22, 2008
So some artic air move in. Something like 15 degrees out there. For one reason or others I have a desire to be out in it, riding. Obivously mtn biking is a much easier choice in the winter, but there is no real utility to it that is unless you are lucky enough to have rolling trails from your door. The public trails that actually go anywhere are typically Rails Trails, which mean flat usually near water and open. Not really giving you what you need to warm up. So open roads and Cold air usually means trainers for alot of cyclist. The thing is that I like cycling more for utility than a means of excerise. It gives some meaning to riding. Kinda like hunting bears food. I don't see the sporting aspect. I want to be out mostly because i enjoy it, secondly as a method of transportation and lastly because it is healthy. But maybe being healthy is what makes it feel good.
Sometime you go out the door in some what of a test mode. I know it is cold, but is it 15 miles and there are hills so what should I wear to be balanced. All of us around here know if you want to average 20 mph you wear spandex and clipless (clip onto) pedals. Which means you are wearing a shoe that is rigid and kinda tight feeling. If you put some 5mm neoprene over top it is pretty warm for a while. If you go with the Lakes you are probably good down to zero. But in long term I think flats and insulated boots are the warmest way.
So, back to riding so what is the appeal? Someone said "wasted miles". Here it is, there is no goal in store except to get from point a to point be. You want to see who can do it faster well that is a race, but now riding is social, so we go from point a to point a as a group with no real purpose other than it is fun and social.
So when you walk out the door alone it is no longer social. It is more soul shall. If I worked outside or had to do something physical I might feel the urge to rest in the warmth of a furnaced shelter, but I hardly call scraping ice off the car and walking a few hundred yards to sit on my buttocks a physical job. You see some can and do like to sit an be social, but my soul shall wants to be doing something. Either some problem solving or creating some kind of problem by pushing my physical limits. Just being self sufficiant unreliant and entertained to the point of thrill, while face with mental challenge and prepartion involved. I often feel deflated by the reality of having a schedule and responsibilities. Saying all this I have been driving to work. I could have road in, but I can't get up. I struggle at night to consistantly sleep but in the morning I like to wait til the suns shines. I could easily take 1 to 2 more hours each morning. I can not get myself to get those hours at night. My physical body and mind are scheduled. Come January I will have a schedule of daily work and life time routine. I need to work toward a way to shedule my schedule with balance with-in me and with those who I love.
Sunday, December 21, 2008
Friday, December 19, 2008
Look at all the moisture coming off the Great Lakes. Whiteface Ski area would be a good spot to be today. Nothing to kill a hang over better the blasting down a mtn in cool fresh winter air. Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays to all out there. I am ready for some Food.
Friday, December 12, 2008
Monday, December 8, 2008
Thursday, December 4, 2008
Wednesday, December 3, 2008
Tuesday, November 25, 2008
Well almost the Holidaze season. As my grandfather used to say "Eat for the Hunger to come" my problem is with all the amenities around I don't ever seem to go hungry .
Tuesday, November 18, 2008
Monday, November 17, 2008
Thursday, November 13, 2008
One thing that is not encouraging, is hearing about behavior of some participants. Just because you are stressed about a local race, does not entitle you the right to be disrespectful. Hearing about people showing up late, with verbal insults makes me wonder what type of people there are out there. After cleaning up mounds of litter, I do question .
Think about how it is we have a race. It is easy to complain. I will take the criticism constructively, and welcome it as a way to improve. We will do our best to provide a fun, safe, and organized event.
In general I would like to see people look and think a littel more outward towards others and the world we share. I will make sure to try and pratice what I am preaching and hope to put another Stellar year of "On the Rocks at French Creek" for 2009.
Friday, November 7, 2008
Thursday, November 6, 2008
Tuesday, November 4, 2008
At the mean time the national security fail on the biggest attack on American soil. Some say that this was planned. Some sort of political conspiracy to drag our country into war. So went the war. And still there goes the war. One aspect I had hope for is to help balance and control the oil market. Not. Somehow I felt rob as Americans as our dollars pour into the hands of the Big Oil Company. There was not control what so ever. $50 a barrel for crude was a record high. Well within "W" second term the the price nearly triple the $50 market.
My prediction was that oil is the blood line to our economy. From plastics to fuel. If we lose control on the raw commodity inflation will skyrocket. Luckily for me I can slightly separate myself by human powered transportation. So things started getting bad. And only got worse.
Now we wait, is there a quick fix? Can we find a solution or an end to the war in Iraq? When a government spends billions on Health Care, Education, and the "Projects" they called it Socialism. When a government spend that money to help world wide investor, the richest people in the world, they call it a bailout. To me Bailout equal government assistants which equals socialism. It is just a different cohort of people.
On taxes, I don't want to be taxed or pay tax, but we all do, in many various ways. From sales, to property, to gas, guns and alcohol. The thing is the government just can't produce money and give it away. The bottom will eventually fall out. So make your decision on D-day. And keep you head up regardless of who wins. Our founding fathers made decision that will keep this country strong. Don;t just complain about what is wrong. Try and be someone that promotes a better way.
Monday, November 3, 2008
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
There is no order for it to be run, just be careful not to be the last one.
At the start of the prologue we do a loop, cut thru the middle to find a Troop.
Now as you know we go many routes, there is a place where Mark had a bout, do not go in but look where he parked in a small stump you’ll find something to spark.
Keep reading before you make a choice to go find, riding reverse you’ll make better time. Out to the end o Johnsontown you’ll find a wreck, in the front seat you find some cans, drink it what the heck even if it’s bland.
A smart choice it maybe to knock this one out first, a trail under a road that rhythms with help.
Up to the school you can find another, a straight row of pines three trees from the farther.
Head to duez make a quick trip to the end of a steep long down, along the trail look on the ground.
Off to the end of the gravel mill road take the new option, but don’t be too quick, before the edge take a look.
Harmony Hill has a new part too, go to where Ben hid the Pabst Blue, It was in a stump where nobody jumped.
Three more to go then off to the end. Up at the top of the butt puck my friend .
And on the bridge which planks have un-wind smack in the middle you’ll find .
On a trail call clay-mark a new bridge was made, stop and look under for a final parade.
Off to the foundation of 1808 will be the last stop don’t be late.
We will gather to wallow, in the Wednesday traditions that pagans have followed.
Wisp thru the woods with little to care, for the ghosts of the hollow will have something to share.
The woods that we ride have a story to tell. For in these dark woods resides a gate to hell.
Welcome the demons and kind souls alike for this night we ride and enjoy the night.
Darkness may fall, but our spirits will not, we open the gate for the souls to be sought.
You may need a watch for time will track, and some rooms for small things to put on your back.
To start things off come early and have a seat and make sure to leave with a receipt.
The fun will begin on the old tracks at 6:30 sharp. So get there before and talk to Mark.
The clues will be few, but some in between for it is what we share on Halloween.
Monday, October 13, 2008
Anyway back to the Curse. So way back when, around the turn of the 20th century, the city built City Hall, which still remains as the world's tallest masonry building. There was a city "rule" that no building would be built higher. So as the modern age came, and skyscrapers were reaching new heights, Philly kept the buildings shorter than the top of City Hall, where a statue of William Penn was erected at a total of 546.975 ft..
So a long story short, in the 1980's the city decided it was time to join the other national metropolises and build some skyscrapers( Liberty One from 1984-1987). Since then Philly has not won any major league sport championship. Unless you count the Jon Bon Jovi's Arena football team the Soul in 2008. Having watched Mr Reids team folly for heart, I believe the Phillies have a lot. So here we go Phillies!
Friday, October 10, 2008
One related incident while riding the shoulder about a year or two ago. There was a truck carrying telephone poles. The pole stuck out from the back of the truck about 10-15 feet, at just about head height. The truck was on the shoulder maybe waiting for a crew. The were not any flares of construction signs. The truck was parked on a hill. Here I come grinding a hill with my head down, safely on the shoulder. About three feet before impact with my head and the circle end of a telephone pole, I looked up face to butt end of a pole. I swerved out just before impact, but that could have easily been the dumbest, most embarrassing, and quite possibly very damaging crash in my life. So keep your head up out there, that is unless you are playing golf.
Tuesday, October 7, 2008
After a mellow groove we zipped up and headed down. Flying down the loose powerline like trail Jamie bounced a rock off his shin Ouch! We hit the stop to drop the lights and grab some fuel for what would be 7 more hours of trail time. High line up Pisgah.The On 29r held its own. KTM switched it up to the Shifty niner and the two ewr boys plucking gears, left Big Ben and me the only One Speeders.
Some of the climbs hurt. Like going up the deep run hollow.
But it was followed by plenty of this....