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4.15.2014

Flames of Sweat

Woods - "Shepherd"






The Lu Lacka Wyco Hundo II
photo: Joe Mallis



I drove up to Wilkes Barre to ride the, Soul of Pat Engleman, the Lu Lacka Wyco.   Got a cheap clean room with Craig.  Went out for some Old Forge pizza to experience some localisms, and went to bed early.

It was a nice morning out,  off we went,  for a good day of riding.    I don't have any big long climb-ie rides in me, its been a while.  I felt good, even a bit peppy, in the front group, but they got going and I drifted back off, dropped, at about mile 40, and joined a group of peers.  We rode steady, joked, suffered, coached and pushed each other, on to the end.   Its not an easy 100 miles.   To finish at a brewery, Susquehanna Brewing Co., with lots of food, beer, laughing, that, that, was a great reward.  I have to say, I went up some of those climbs, staring at the ground, just hardly making the cranks go round, in the sun, suffering,  smiling.   This ride is a winner.   Dirt road, back roads, views, descents,  yapping dogs, Wind, and some climbing.

Thanks Pat Engleman, and your amazing crew of helpers.


I'd would of liken to take a plenty of pictures on the ride,  many, many, beautiful views, of suffering, and landscape.
The ride, it don't give you much room, to do anything, but give it your all.  Just all to the bike.

my Best Regards, dlowe

photo: Peter Bakken

                                           photo: Pat Engleman



                                                photo: Peter Bakken


      photo: Pat Engleman


                                             photo: Pat Engleman      



         




4.14.2014

Gnomes

I was just gone a night and a day, and my wife bought flowers and put out the gnomes.
and it seemed as if while riding today
that I could watch the buds open to blooms







a very pleasant way to spin out the legs for sure.

regards, dlowe

4.07.2014

how something so mundane and normal becomes special

 
Britta is over there on the far side of the stage playing bass guitar.  The band is Dean Wareham.
The music under this moniker is excellent, a good mix of stellar talent, and a laid back pursuit.
 
 
Britta would make it over to my side of the stage to play the keyboards right there infront of me.  The instrument placed facing the wall.
 
and She'd turn, pick up the rhythm shaker with the right hand, left hand on the keys, and twist to sing into the mic. 
 
Her short cut crisp blouse would pull untucked from the low rise black pants.  and above the copper pant button, a bit of skin came out, and a tiny peak of her belly button.  I found that pretty sexy.
I don't think anyone else could see it,  I tried not to give off what I was looking at, be rude.
 
that's one thing I try to appreciate on a ride,  those little tiny plain, everyday magic moments.
 
dlowe.
 

The War On Drugs -  "Eyes to the Wind"


4.05.2014

Captured


today was one of those days, one of the rare ones.
I've been stale with the camera as of late.  After dinner tonight,  Ljiljana and I strolled just a bit, to enjoy the magic hour, the sun falling in the small dourer hamlet of Lansdowne.  I saw the light, coming between the buildings and got a
good, a snapshot that finally made me, happy again.




I'm sitting here  a bit sunburned.  From digging dirt, lots of dirt.  I did not ride much today.
I was a gigantic grand minion today, and that"s what made the day special.

I work over at the pumptrack,  just on the edge of a neighborhood,  a philly city hood.
during one break, I sat and drank some water, and look out across the dirt, the fast street, the train track, the steep tall weed cover hill, the trash thick and heavy on the top dumped right behind the row houses, at the windows, where I imagined one kid, in his bedroom looking out, down the hill, out at the dirt track.

later tonight I came across this, from Philly Pumptrack (http://www.phillypumptrack.org/)


"Today was the most amazing day of my life. The coolest day that has revolved around cycling in the past 20 years.  We had a volunteer day at the Philly Pumptrack and nearly 30 people attended. Almost a dozen children. We moved tons of dirt. We moved tons of rock. We rode our bikes on the beginner track and met new friends. Henry, around 6 or 7 learned how to ride the track today! All this was great, but not what brings me to tears reliving it to you now. Around lunch, Heidi made a stop at the basketball courts and met a few kids on bikes and told them about the pumptrack and they followed her over! Two of the boys, Kevin and Aaron stuck around a while, rode, did some digging, rode some more, and then headed off home. I stayed late to water down dirt after everyone left, and as I was about to leave, Aaron was riding up with a friend. So I waved him into the park. And then there were 2 more friends behind him. And then 3 more. A total of 9 neighborhood kids came out to see the track! Some with, and some without bikes. I explained that they couldn't ride without helmets, but no one had one. I said we have some here, and bikes too (thank you SE Bikes). The kids were confused until I explained this was a city park, and these were not mine but "ours". The first thing they were worried about was someone stealing "our bikes". I explained stewardship. I explained having respect for communal property. I explained our "no helmet, no ride - No dig, no ride" policy. It clicked instantly with Basir and Aaron. Then someone dropped a wrapper from one of the snacks they were eating. "Whose going to pick that up?" Said one young guy next to the offender.  He said "I'm not picking up his trash". Who will?  I don't remember if it was Basir or Aaron - but one of them said "I will" ran over and picked up the wrapper and put it in the recycle bin. I stayed around for nearly an hour longer than intended with these guys. They helped police the track for trash, packed up all the bikes, lysol'd and put the helmets back in place and helped me close the gates. One of the bikes got knocked over during the clean up and another kid snapped, "Hey! Don't scratch our bikes!" As I was ready to leave, they asked when they could come back. How about tomorrow at ten? We will dig, then ride, then clean up, then ride. How's that sound? Every one of them said they would be back tomorrow. I don't know how many of those little guys will be back. But I do know that the last 4 years we spent getting Philly Pumptrack built was 100% worth it. If only for today. I will never forget this amazing day, or these kids. Thank you everyone who has helped the Philly Pumptrack made a difference in the kids lives in this photo. You helped make this possible.
Sincerely
Kenn Rymdeko"


Cheers!