Its philly so its hot, and a bit humid. On my warm down I headed to the old mill to seek out a little cool. I hiked with my bike through the overgrown brush, and up the wash out to the spill. I stood along the old stone retaining wall and felt the chill, and the mist of water, it re-coated me with a crispness, removing most of my salty beer sweat shell upon my skin. A very good day back on the bike.
and as a bonus, a picture of my saddle:
despite feeling a notch up from crap, I'm still laughing at myself. Well that's it, and ...be good... go Kick Ass. dlowe.
my creative impluse is low. I've really enjoyed my time chatting today with Joesph. He's a good egg.
Joeshp's head, frame right.
Its lit right now, staring at me as I sip my Modelo especial from a can and write this. I know where I picked up the first hint of evil, from work last week. I think it was from some simple mojo from the Dr. Evil chair Bob made. The job was sweet, and even had a couple "feats of strength" to cap off the wrap.
but that all leads me back to tonight's grass track. OK I've bought the wheels JK lent me to try out. I did not want to give them back. I really like 'em. I was a bit lazy tonight and said "oh what the HELL". I've got them set up tubeless, and I worry about burping, and have been riding clinchers for grass track. Since they were on the bike I rode it the way it was. My few practices laps, I knew that they were the choice. They dug in and star wars-ed me through the corners. My first victim was a Matt Harris, just shoved my nose up the inside and sorry to say leaned into him a bit. Next Kristin Gavin got the taste of my tight turning radius ground sucking tires and I pinched the gap and with a startle went by. Got Matt a few more times, and everyone else I could. Not sporting of me but fun. I'm sure next week they will have some plans to take me out, maybe get me to down a couple of fried pickles or something sinister before we hit the grass oval of death. cheers, d l o
Well I got up with a grumpy stomach, and just a bit of a headache. Read the paper, got in the car to race the Marlton 1,2,3 crit. Felt good, did some attacking but I think I might of been a pickled a bit. The burps told me where to ride and I stayed with the field, getting some work in, staying in shape for cross idea. Just me racing no other HZer's, so I stripped in the parking lot threw the pickled sweaty kit on the ground and snapped a photo. That says it all for today. I had to dip into my cross bag of goodies and dig out a few tums to maybe calm my acidic stomach, I would like to make it out to the Adobe to have a few Margarita's to continue celebrating my Birthday. Gonna try to get George to do some grass track cross tomorrow with me. Till you read again, cheers. d l o.
cheers, d l o.
I sleep next to my wife of 23 years in a white room, with no decorations. Plain. Life is complicated, when I wake I like to have a blankness, a starting point, me.
I like the header photo. I've crashed so many times. Last night at grass track, the rear tire was letting loose often so there were numerous pile ups. The first big one I tipped toed through. The second, just follow "Yogi" Lebairs' wheel and he did one of those skid outs to the left and slaps to the ground, well I avoid his head and ride my maxxis raze straight between his shoulder blades, give the bars a shove, and hop over and just run out of it. Picked up the bike, put the chain on and jumped back in. "yoggies" was ok, some blood and tire marks, I sure he was a bit sore today.
crashing is just part of riding, cheers, dlo
Today I did the big loop. The whole loop, I even got the belmont part in on the end of it all, for a total of around 3.5 hrs on the cross bike. Three parks, lots of soft climbs, cobbles, and rutted out overgrown snake thin trails. I leave from my front door on my two wheels and just go.
After the ride I felt a bit of lingering pep, might of been the double exp. so me and the lady got in the car and went to the farmers market. Not to close to home, but a nice farm selling "real" fresh from the field produce. I husked the corn and I could feel the sappy sugar coating my fingers, dropped in the boiling water, stabbed with the fork and eaten while still too hot, the corn was..... corn. What do you need, some kind of adjective to tell you how something that's lost its taste, (factory farmed, picked and shipped and stacked in the bins at the supermarket) should regularly taste. For some of you, I'm sure its just another regular thing, fresh corn. For me its not. I grew up with a big garden, and lots of fresh corn, the sweet silver queen and the yellow. Fresh from the garden and just dropped into a pot of boiling water.
Went to Dock St. last night to sip the rye IPA and eat some pizza. I like Dock st. real nice building, nice window light.
but hate the service. Its like everyone that works there was an extra in 12 monkeys, and they all are so sloth like, unengaged. Every time your seated, nice, hello, and you sit, and wait..... I usually get up and ask one of the sloths, standing and talking to one of the other sloths, "um... how do I get a beer?... and nod towards my table". Pleasant but unmotivated emotionally dead wait person gives you some service, sorry to say, poured a tad short for my taste,....
and vacantly stops by a longish once in a while. You know I'm going to have at least two beers. Then after your done eating,
and might have one more cold beverage,
they have disappeared. Not in the room, no where!... despite the poor service, I'll be back, I love the beer and the pizza is really good.
Time for a farm stand "fresh" peach and fig. Gonna be hot for grass track tomorrow. I Like The Heat. cheers, dlo.
I wonder if there might be a few bulbs that are out in my head, that I'm just not noticing. I gotta look into that. The suns hot today, so I'm gonna chill some Tecate. cheers! dl
I've been trying to find a new music player widget that is easy to upload to, and paste onto this page, if you know of one please let me know. The ones I used in the past sucks. I wanted to play some Trabant for you, just a little song that got me going, that little pick me up, added incentive for the ride. click this to the link of some samples. Specifically track 6. cheers, dlowe.
George left his socks at the bar.
the turkey "Gerdie" stopped by this morning for some seeds.
people felt the need to yell out their car windows at me, not the good "dlowe" but more like "ASSHOLE!" one of those days. I finally sat down to it and blocked out my training plan all the way up to Nationals in December. Took a couple of hours, but it was interesting to do. Did it on the trainingpeaks site. We'll see how I do. Made it tougher, shorter, but with a bit more recoveries. Thought about writing about sliding my feet between fresh cotton sheets. Then I had this photo of coffee and a bagel I've never used:
but maybe, its cause I'm just drinking seltzer, but that's it, thats all I've got.... do have a bit of 10 cent cross advice. Every time you have to stop, when you start again concentrate on clipping in smoothly, and quick. Make it a habit. Same foot forward, same motion. Cheers, dlowe
just sitting out in the woods, I've ridden close by and never saw it till this ride, its only a few feet from the over-growth. I didn't make the loop, I started to get loopy, took a bunch of spills, and bent some fingers backwards, but they popped right back so that was OK.
Saw that Nikki won her race at Mt. snow. Yeah!
but Chad emailed me that his shoulder is fucked up, so no riding and chatting with my friend, it sucks that Anna and Chad are moving to Boulder in a week, they are good peeps with fast pins, and one of the few peoples who can put up with me. I hope to get out to see em real soon.
and today, came across a banged up family on the drives. Yep a dad, mom, young daughter and little son. Two bikes laying in the road and crying kids, seems the girl riding in a front child seat some how got her foot down into the spokes and cause a big crash as they all looked pretty scraped up. Helped calm them, got the rescue squad to them and dropped off there bikes. They will all be ok, but not a good saturday for them.
Lee got bit by our cat, trying to keep it away from a dog. and George won't return my calls. The world is a bit loopy. To my friends who stop by, thanks for your wisdom and personalities. Cheers, as I lift yet another beer. dlowe
Kevin Dillard took the nice Cross photos. and my pal joseph captured me and the groundhog, napping after lunch. cheers, hold on, here is to all that have enjoyed the art of the start of a cross race. dlowe