Horace the Motivater

I'd be repugnant, it'd be, to take anything away, or feel anything less about last year, than fully satisfied.
It's a good "normal" to, now,  aim and build for each year.   In many ways.
The cx bikes, need a bit of attention, not really tucked into bed the best, need just a bit of love, then back to their napping for next season.

and the slightest hardest part this season of the change of seasons has been the entertainment, and insight that I miss from the blogs, and they seem mostly based on cx racing, so they have no  content, a subject to recap.  The blogs are quiet.

I'd wish more different peeps would take up blogging,  I like the personalities,  I'm, it's a good, entertained.    I've found that my life is far different, my take and view, I get a bunch outta, what others see and write about.

Me?  I've been so content,  that sitting around, its come easy,  that easy pedaling comes easy.
I know that in the end of August, when it's too hot, I'll be lining up in a new class, and nervous.
I'll want to be able to dig even a bit deeper, to be classier, ...I have to work on starts, remounts, skills a lot.  

There is a picture of the West Chester artist Horace Pippin hanging in my shed, he's a motivator, inspires me.
the local college,  Haverford,  had a show, 
"Portraits From the Harlem Renaissance, Photographer Carl Van Vechten",  and there in the show was my picture, the real one, of Horace.  Coolio!

a good wide base, and anything I can pile together in that foundation, that'll make me race better, well Horace is in there, one of the stones.

Cheers Blokes,  I miss ya just a wee tiny bit!  dlowe


Coltrane's stoop

Headed out of town, from boathouse row, up into the east park, on the VinoVelo ride,  you might hear me grumbling.    Not to the rider next to me or the one in front of me in the rabid two by two ragged line of overly-hyped riders.  and not about anything other than,  I'm pointing out John Coltrane's home.  Where he lived for a bit.  Its there, run down,  across from Longknockers driving range,  That once had a one arm pro, and a beat up caged toyota that was a good target to aim for while it swept the cut up old smoothed used golf balls.

That what I like about this time of year.   I coming into it full pep.   Whit gusto.  It was a grand year,  super grand, and it seems to be,  that'll be a norm,.....

I like the fringe parts of philly,  and I like the history that is easy to see.   I like just riding,  I sat on Coltrane's stoop in the sun,  listening to traffic,  a warm spot.   and just let it soak in, the warmth,  and just had no thoughts at all for a while.

Cheers!  dlowe


after CX nationals

I finished, and now it's done.
48th at Nationals,  my first year going,  I had a stupendous start, real good,  seemed a bit simple, all the prep and talk, the warm up laps and looking at lines. It all worked,  I moved up from a 54th starting spot to around the top 25.  
                                                   photo: Todd Mosley

I had a beer, in the shower, the races were still going on.
A bit dower about my placing,  that's normal, I expect the best, I want the best.
I could not of gone any harder today, or road any smarter.

I made my way back to the course, and rumped around with some of the other from home  peep cx'ers,
sorta, wimpy sulking,  and the races, kept going on.

                                    photo: Sean Runnette

I thought, you know, I want to cheer these guys on,...the racers still out there.
A group of us headed out,
and yelled loud,  Cheering 'em,  f'n go,
and then made it over to the finish line,
for the finishes,  and I congratulated everyone of the riders I knew.
I was so into it,
I was freaking patting the back of all the finishers. everyone, all of em. 

Nationals was awesome,  its taken me years to make it to one,
and It could not of been any better,
maybe I could have some better photos,  or radder stories,

                                       photo: Craig Vettori

I just wanted  to race my hardest, give my all
do my best,
The cheers, the advice, the camaraderie, I do not take for granted, its deep, and good.
I raced over 100 50+ men, like myself today, ...
and I had a blast.

clyclocross is a great sport, for its spirit, the dreams, the insane amount of pain, and the victories,
It is classy, badass,   I dream Cross.    I do, I dream cross.

Cheers!  dlowe



        crit racing 2015 -  photo: Annette Weaver

I think,  that I am a better crit racer than cross racer.  

I hear once in a while, that, racing is to serious.
Last weekend, was a well needed, late season, gap in the whole racing calendar hole filler, do what you want/need cross race.   I took a back in the pack start, to force myself to work-up.  I figured out to make myself attack after the run up,  to keep up or push my pace a bit,  because,  maybe I'll need that mind set at Nationals.

Not a huge field,  but it was large enough, and going fast, hard enough, to get the work I wanted from it.  I waited till the rush of off the line settled in, and went then, when It was forming into groups.  It worked nice,   I got by a bunch,  didn't blow up,  and got a good, real good effort in.
I did not get up to the front, by any means,  for some reason, I'm a bit off the front, my lap times, are longer, I'm not as fast,

I look forward to getting back into the crit racing,  and have not done any tight fast group riding since going down.

I look forward to getting up early Tuesday mornings and doing the East Park Sprints.
The Great Valley 30 on Thursdays.

The effort, hard breathing, pushing on,... inside me,  there is a man, a wee little man,  smiling, laughing,  getting the biggest kick out of what he is doing.

Post race, end of local season.  Masters.

I have fun racing,  I love it.  I hope to do some Mtbike racing a bit more,  lots of crits.  and I hope, to be at CX Nationals, when I am 80 years old.  Fighting to be the champion.   It might take me that long to figure this cross stuff out.

Onward Hoe!  to Asheville we go.

Cheers,  dlowe