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9.10.2019

the new CX season

Carpenter cross.   Whirlybird.


Saturday, Carpenter Cross, PACX #1 race of the season.

After mustering all I thought I could, gnarling all of the gristle off the bone.
The end of the last lap, I just caught onto  2nd, and 3rd.
and I wanted to be on the podium. 
I just was gassed, and they got me, I got 4th.
It's been a while since I've been on the podium. It felt good to be there close, it felt bad to be so close, and not get it.


Kelly has been working with me, he takes my numbers, the quantities, which has been nice.
I just concentrate on the quality, the pure efforts of my work.  Which as a racer, probably is the best you could ask for. 

He asked me "where could you find those 6 seconds" a tough, a real fair question, I'm still thinking.

Sunday, Whirlybird MAC-hood, #2 race of my season.

I was gassed, and suffered, a lot. All my numbers were down, heart rate, the power. and the lead group left me, and the second group left me, and I chased with Featherman.  I knew their was no coy, no guile, no nothing that was going to drag my lagging ass up to the bottom of the ass of those chasing top ten.  So.  I saw a spot, and said, "YO!"  "Don't coast this corner"  "PEDAL"  and I hit it,
and Featherman followed me, we pedal and drifted a tad, and damn if we did'nt roll right up to that group in front of us.  Featherman, stuck it, road smart, and got the group for 10th.
The best I could do, was put in a mock effort, an attack, to the line, push myself, as if I was in it to win it.  I rolled in 14th, not bad.

If there is anything most I want out of this season, it is to enjoy my CX family, to make everyone feel comfortable and give 'em a spot, that the new sap is as important as the old salt.
That I understand, I'll have more power, if I ride a tad relaxed, with a smile.
You'll look at me, and you'll see a rider with a full tool box of tactics, attacks, ploys.
That can suffer immensely. Races fairly. Ha, and is damn human, and can't help but bump you, poking my nose once in a while, out of control where it shouldn't be.

Next week, I'm happy to say, I'll be up in Saratoga Springs, working, doing some interviews, b-roll of train sets. Working.  So when you line up in the grid at Nittany, and are watching that light to turn green.  I can almost guarantee, you'll have a quick thought of me!
so I'll be riding on your shoulder, and I don't want you to lose the podium by 6 seconds,
I want to see you cross the line, and look at your foe, with respect.
Spent, dripping sweat, heart pounding.
and roll off.... lift the tape for a "B" rider to get onto the course to pre-ride.
Clang your cow bell, lift your clandestine beer, and celebrate our sport.

cheers 2019 cx!
dlowe,


7.07.2019

Devouring the Gods

I have a Summers Glow.



Gazpacho and a couple of BLT sandwich's came to mind.  We'd been out riding in the hot summer weather a bit.
Kelly, Lisa and I.
It's been a while since we've trained together, vacations, and work have changed up our routine a bit.

The redness, that shows through, the tan. The sweat, that won't stop.   Shady trails just up the bluff from the river's cooling.

Loose grip flying along the dirt path, a drifting, flying along.

We ride, training together often, with the same goals.

Today I got out early, by myself, coffee, a solid breakfast.   On to my workout.
I hear, and I have to answer, I need the structure, love it.  I don't think I'm losing anything, by doing
3 x 15 min. sweet spot intervals early on a Sunday morning.   I'd ride hard anyway.  and I really don't think you'd find a rider, that more than me, takes in everything I pass, more than me. 



I got home around 10am and started on lunch.
Fake morning star bacon, vegan mayo, lettuce, tomato, jalapenos, toasted grain bread.  A bowl of Gazpacho.

You ever get them thoughts, cravings, during a ride deep into it, a bit from it's end...

I need the structure of racing. Just a few rules.  A whistle to start, and a line to cross to stop.
That's what I need.

I think cross is like a Dagwood sandwich, Put what you want into it , that you have at hand, and that you crave. More than you need, a chore to devourer, totally wipes you out. Smile.

In july I've got tan lines, bikes that creak from miles of hard work.
Dreams.  a Calender to make. Weeks to count down.  Going to Nationals?!

and I've got those uncontrollable urges, childish, that I'll probably never out grow, cravings
maybe it's an IPA or water ice, or winning an uncontested town line sprint, or a long storied opinion that I'm going to tell you as we pedal along.

and by gosh, that makes me glow like riding on a hot, humid summer day,   keeps me happy!

Cheers Mates!  dlowe











7.04.2019

One great day in Philadelphia


     Coltrane and this photo have been in my mind a number of years. It was fun to replicate it today.
     A great day in Harlem http://interactive.nydailynews.com/2016/08/story-behind-great-day-in-harlem-photo/

      Water Ice A+ on Coltrane's Philly stoop.

There is something about the room to be yourself.
and to be able to enjoy it, even it's just a short bit of time.
To see it's flash there, know that it's really with you,
It's in you
and everyone else here is in the same boat,
looking for their sparks.

You could lay it out like the frames of a comic book.
Graphic. a good story, battles of some sorts, challenges lost, tragic, or won, heroic.



Is there enough, to feel a trust?
I know, I am in the most elite demographic there is: White, Bald, Old man, American.
How can I know?

Humbly embarrassed I'm happy to say, there is a lot for me to find.
1000's of years of stories.
As I rolled out from my porch, with Kelly, Erin, and George
rolling down to a simple, closed water ice stand, along an old tow path canal,
to a ride, I'll lead, without being at the front.
I took a couple of deep breaths.
"I'm prepared, rehearsed, confident"
and off we go again, with a "come on Anne"


Thanks for being yourself, the best, for going, for making the ride.
Cheers PHL-CX!
dlowe



6.20.2019

Landing places

Centennial Grounds is used for parking at the Mann, picnics, hidden campsite homes, dog walkers, a football team practices over by the site of the sighting of the Madonna.  The hand of the Statue of Liberty sat on the edge of Centennial Lake.  And its a good place, though flat, to get some hot laps and cx work in. 




Maybe its one of things I love about cross the most, these sorta forgotten places, that are green, beautiful personality of places.   These green and brown spots that I ride, if there were rules, and overseen, regulated and nice,  I'd guess most likely I'd be kicked out.   and I like that.
It was steaming, and hot, and I did cx work.  and I liked it.    Damn it!  Love it, the people, courses, muck, heat, beer, cold, bitterness cold.  and there are always those three pine steps to dream about standing on!

Cheers  training mates!  dlowe