Monthly Archive for May, 2007

Rosaryville

Late post, but I hit Rosaryville over the Memorial Day holiday with Steve and Butch. It was a freaking mad house when we arrived. Evidently MORE had a ride at 10:00 AM. We arrived late enough to miss the ride, but not late enough to miss the massive shortage of parking, ha. Anyway, after everyone pitched in on fixing my flat rear wheel and Butch was done whining about how his bike was going to literally fall to pieces as soon as we hit the trail…we finally made it out on the dirt.

Once out on the dirt, all was good with the world. We only ran into a few people…literally…almost ran into one person. Also passed by a few horses who looked like they were having a good time. Luckily we got some rain the night before, otherwise we would have been riding in a dust storm. But as it was, we rode some super nice dirt singletrack, weaving in and out of the trees, up and down the whoopdees, stopping occasionally to catch our breath (well them stopping for me to catch my breath, ha). Butch and I made the cut and hit up some of the new internal loop of technical singletrack. Right now it’s just mostly logs to cross, but over this summer they should have some nice technical features being put in the trail. I managed to completely bite it on probably the smallest log. Butch was behind me, he yells as he crashes (think Flandiddelyanders), to which I try to look back and cross the log at the same time. End result…me crashing while watching Butch crash, ha. The whole scene was out of some bizarro comedy. I ended up with a nice horseshoe shaped piece of skin flapping in the wind. That didn’t hurt as much as the muscles between my skin and my Ti ankle…now that was sore that night!

All in all an excellent loop for what may be the last time I ride Rosey. The day before I rode the Pimmit Run Trail, probably the last time I’ll be able to hit that too. It’s all starting to hit now…

DT

Bike To Work Day!

Ah, the highly anticipated BTWD! I managed to get up and out of the house by 6:50 AM with the idea of meeting Gary at the Vienna pitstop at 7:30 AM. I left a little extra time, because I hadn’t thought of which way I was going to try and ride there this year. As I rode away from my house I decided to take the quickest, yet most unsafe route. Out of the neighborhood, right on Rt.7, cross the beltway, pass Tysons, left on 123, and take the lane all the way to the Whole Foods. Traffic was fairly calm and everybody gave me my lane without a honk or even riding up on me. It was actually a very nice commute and only took 20 minutes, much less than expected. Nothing left to do, but hang out and help for a bit. Gary rolled in at our meeting time and we made the rounds to grab our free stuff (shirts, food, water, etc.) before rolling back out. On the way to work we stayed on the W&OD until we could hit the streets to get us back on Rt.7 where I would cut through Pimmit Hills and Gary would continue on up Rt.7. Everything was peachy until one block before getting out of the neighborhood.

So there is a car approaching the intersection and I turn left in front with plenty of time to turn and be out of the cars way. The car in turn floors it and starts laying on the horn and turns in after me. I hear the roar of the engine coming up behind me and the driver then swerved to pass me while giving fun hand gestures. It should be noted that the Saturn driver was well overweight and looked to be over 300 pounds. It should also be noted that back at the intersection there was paving underway and the whole intersection was a slowed down construction zone. Anyway, he floors it to pass me and then immediately has to slow down for the stop sign 20 yards away…cause you know, we’re still in a neighborhood!

Just as I start to pull up along side of him, he peels out and cuts off cars going in both directions…nice. Big fat man is real tough inside his ton of steel death machine, but the prospect of actually having to talk with somebody (that’s right, we were going to have words) scared him enough to put 2 other cars in jeopardy. Oh well, he was probably late for his second McDonald’s breakfast…after that theirs only time for two more.

A couple of minutes later I rode into work and placed the bike on the rack, happy to see a good handful of bikes already there. Feeling fit and refreshed I walked up to my office and sat in front of a computer for 8 hours before allowing the world to give me a nice wake up on the ride home. Hey, I might be a computer nerd desk jockey, but at least I’m not an overweight slave to my car. Heck, I can still see my toes and weeny…

Hope everyone else had a good BTWD, thanks WABA for the fresh shirts.

Free Stuff

Seriously, why are people such complete morons! So I have this piano that we got for free a couple of years ago and Kristin learned to play on. Well it’s time to let it go and I thought it would be nice to give it away free to someone who might need a working piano. So I posted it on Craigslist and the McLean Freecycle. Now I already knew craigslist folks were super flaky, but damn, I never expected this. I’ve had something like 20 people interested and good handful of people say they are coming over to get it. Great, I’ll be here waiting…and waiting…and waiting…for you to NEVER show up!

And then there’s the people who want to see pictures and ask a million questions…news flash…it’s a FREE F”N PIANO! So don’t waste my time, either you want a free piano or you don’t. And NO, it will not fit in your damn minivan if you take all the seats out, and NO, you should not count on me moving it for you.

Second new flash, it’s a “real” upright piano, meaning it weighs over 500 pounds, it’s over 5 feet tall, over 5 feet long, and more than 2.5 feet deep. Yea, that kind of piano. Last time I moved this thing Gary helped me out. The two of us showed up with his big ass truck and rolled the piano up to it. Yea, no way the two of us were going to be able to lift this thing into the back of his truck, so we rented a moving truck with an electronic lift and we were done.

So hey, just because the ad says free, how about you put just a minuscule amount of thought into it before firing off an “I want it!” email.

Anyway…free piano anyone, ha?

12 Hours of Lodi Race Report

Another year of racing Lodi goes in the books. This year proved to be one of the best years yet. About 4 years ago I had sworn off racing Lodi if it was going to rain. That was mostly due to the fact that it started raining at 11:30 PM and didn’t stop until 12:30 PM the next day…and this was no pansy rain. We’re talking full on crazy flood the creek type of rain or tadpoles swimming in your tent kind of rain. So when the rain started to fall as I left the house to drive down I was a little pissed.

Met Steve and Butch at the Wawa just off the 95 exit for Fredericksburg, VA. We gathered some last minute emergency supplies (mostly ice for the beer cooler) and headed on out to the race grounds. I think we arrived by 3:30 PM, so plenty of daylight left to do a pre-ride if one wanted. We just wanted to get our stuff setup before the rain caught up with us. We managed to get Steve’s truck and my Outback situated nicely with the popup tent joining the two.

Lodi Setup
Photo by Butch

With everything setup and the decision not to pre-ride being made by Mother Nature, there was nothing left to do, but boil up some water for our tasty Mountain House meals in a bag. Steve brought out the big guns with Spaghetti and sauce, Butch ventured into expired eggs and bacon, and I whipped out my Beef Stew. Steve’s meal in a bag was delicious, as was mine, but Butch’s meal looked like one of the port-o-johns after the race…nasty! Evidently it didn’t taste much better. After a fulfilling meal it was time to pull out the cooler and chill out. We got our lineup straight. It would be Butch, Steve, then me. Figure both of them are faster than me, so if we actually ended up going head to head with somebody, they’d be more likely to get the extra lap and be able to do it faster.

At about 10:30 PM, Butch starts to whine, he thinks he has a fever and just can’t get warm. We call him out and a little after 11:00 PM he starts to get ready for his first lap. Talk about a transformation, just put Butch in some woolies and he’s a new psyched up racing man.

At midnight the race starts with a parade lap (in lieu of doing a le mans mass running start). Pretty soon they were off and Butch went on to pull an hour lap. Steve got his stuff together and was there on time to make a flawless transition. The word came from Butch that it was slick as snot with a nice layer of peanut butter, but it was definitely rideable. Steve went on to pull an hour and five minute lap. So I head out for my first lap of the race at 2:05 AM with my one handlebar mounted light. (As much night riding as I do, you’d think I’d shell out for a nice HID, but to be honest, those things defeat the purpose of riding at night. Granted this was a race, but damn, a good HID lights up a trail like a highway…way too much light. I like not being able to see more than 5-10 feet in front of the bike.)

Waiting for my first lap with Gwadz
Photo by Butch

Butch was right, the course was slick, but totally rideable. If you like the occasional two wheel drift, this was the time to ride. I’m sure it was much more slick for my two team mates though. You could tell it was already getting down to the hardpack for some fast paced riding. The first lap was pretty uneventful. Without doing a pre-ride I was really just trying to learn the course (a third of the trails were brand spanking new). I managed to pull my lap in an hour and eight minutes. I was shooting for under 1:15, so I was happy with myself.

Butch grabbed the baton and pulled another hour lap! Then Steve was back out and managed to shave a couple of minutes off for an hour and three minute lap. Then it was my turn again, looked like I had the good fortune of being the sunrise lap rider. I felt really good on my second lap. There were two riders just ahead of me as I left the gate and another one pulled out right behind me. We made a nice game out of passing and pulling each other. Over the lap the group of four broke down to two then back up to six or seven. I managed to pass a bunch of people and I think I only got passed by a couple others. By the end of this lap I knew this was going to be a fun race. People were out there racing hard, but everyone seemed to be in a good mood. People were talking to each other on the bikes, asking to pass, picking a side and actually announcing it…it was civil and it showed. This was good natured competitiveness at it’s peak. I rolled in with an hour and six minute lap. Like Steve, I shaved two minutes off my first lap and finished at 6:22 AM.

Butch went back out and pulled a sub hour lap at only 58 minutes! Steve then battled it out for a 55 minute lap! My third lap went really well. I was passing more people than I was being passed by…always a good thing, ha. I was using a guy up ahead of me as inspiration. He had a red blinky on his back and that became my target. We would start going uphill and he would start pulling away, so I’d start to lay it down and give it everything I had on the flats and downhills. I managed to pass the red light rider and acquired a new target…big Blue. This was an obvious Clydesdale, a big boy, but he was rocking the course. Super smooth until SMACK! The dull thud of his shoulder straight into one tree that made a tight spot. A second later he and his bike were down hard. I stopped to make sure he was ok. He was definitely dazed, but was able to get up and walk around. He said he was alright and that he could probably make it in on his bike. After making sure he was able to ride his bike I sprinted off to let the race organizers know they might need to have the ambulance guys look at his shoulder. It gave me my inspiration to ride hard for the rest of the lap. Unfortunately I was also starting to enter the cramp zone. Not actual cramping, but knowing that if you push a little harder on the uphills, you know you’ll be spending a couple of minutes on the ground working out your leg muscles. I made it back to the start with a lap time of 1:07, not bad considering stopping and being close to cramping. I remember getting back from this lap and telling Steve he needed to get back in before noon, because damn it, I wanted to get my fourth lap in if it killed me.

Butch went back out and managed to pull a 54 minute lap, the fastest on our team!

Butch ripping it on his last lap

Photo by Gary

Then Steve goes out and pulls yet another 55 minute lap!

Steve pulling out his last lap
Photo by Gary

Talk about being a boat anchor…if these guys had a third man that was a little more equal to them, they definitely would have been in contention for a podium spot. But hey, we do what we can do and racing with these guys makes me faster than I would be on my own. Knowing these guys are out there giving it their all really makes you want to man up. I realized I would need some more food, boiled up some water and ate my second meal in a bag, eggs and bacon…not expired, ha. Damn it was good! Fluffy eggs with chunks of smoked bacon…mmm… Grabbed all my gear and waited up at the start line for Steve to roll in. Like clockwork, Steve pulls his second 55 minute lap and I roll out for what should be our last lap of the day. I’m just not capable of pulling a sub 50 minute lap, which is what would be needed in order to get somebody else out before noon. Since we weren’t really going for a podium, that last lap fell in the natural order to me.

Steve handing off to me for the last lap
Photo by Butch

The lap was nice and easy. I pushed it to stay with people, just hard enough to really work it, yet keep from cramping. I followed what would be the eventual winner of Solo Singlespeed. He was on his 11th lap! Seriously, I’m worried about cramping in my 4th lap and he has almost tripled me…talk about humbling experiences. Then I got a little uphill encouragement from FatMarc. Every little bit helps! I was definitely walking more of the hills now, but I still felt good. I promised Steve and Butch a little singlespeed spirit, so with that thought in mind I pulled over before finishing up my lap. They were near the end at one of the tech sections, an oil barrel with doors on either side, fun stuff. They were looking for spirit, so I gave it to them…


Up and over with style!

Photo by Butch

Finish up my lap in 1:08 with the clock at 12:19 PM. So my last lap was equal to my time for first lap, pretty fitting. All in all, it was a great race. The Big MEATS came together and really rode well. We didn’t podium, but we all had fun and we all know we rode the best we could. There was nothing left to do, but enjoy an ice cold beer.

After the race
Photo by Butch

I’m proud of our team and big props to Butch and Steve for kicking some ass out on the trails. Hopefully we’ll get another chance to do it again soon. If you still need more, check out the 3 man singlespeed results here. Check out all of Butch’s pics here and all of Gary’s excellent photos here.

The Big MEATS!

Lodi

It’s the return of the Big MEATS! The grass is cut and the chores are done. Just gathering the needed clothes for another wet 12 Hours of Lodi. The plan is to camp out inside the Subaru, instead of trying to keep the tent dry. The last thing you want to do after pulling an hour lap at 3:00 AM is to climb in your tent and push out the puddles and try to find some dry warm clothing. Let’s hope the weather peeps are wrong…again.

New Web Host

So if you haven’t noticed yet, the site should look a little different. I just switched to a different web hosting company and well it was sort of last minute, so things are kind of in shambles. I’ve got a fresh install of the latest version of Wordpress and a brand spanking new database and I’ve just imported all the old posts. Things are going to look funny until I finish putting things back together, like images are gone, funky formatting of old posts imported into new version, etc. If you are trying to look at something on Fat Boy Deluxe and can’t seem to find it, let me know and I’ll make sure I expedite whatever is missing.

DT