dirty feet

                                                                 photo: Tony Stewart

When I was a little kid, my younger sister and I would be sent down to Parkersburg Wva. to stay with our Grandparents. Playing out in the front yard, till the sun started to go down, and it was getting dark.  My Grandma, would have to wipe our bare feet with a towel, wipe off the soot.  There was a big smoke stack not to far away, at some plant.  Everybody had jobs there.

Work road trip,  to shoot in a burnt up house, back in Wva.

The bike road back with the gear, and I got on the trainer, in a couple of different hotel rooms.

I circled back, up to Columbus, Cleveland, Pittsburgh, to see family.

I only know one hill in Beaver, and if I get the chance, I hit it up.

Vegan Polish food, local beers, and finally a visit to the Warhol museum.

Cheers!  dlowe



Campaign '18

Today is the first day of work.   I road out to a lull of a hill, Centennial Rd.  A mile long hill with an rolly 4% grade.   At the top, it's a short bit at 7%, I stand and pick up the cadence, to the stop sign.

generally riding around my neighborhood at 7-9am is not so good.  The cars, suv's buzz me, the blue jay, barn swallow drivers, with yoga mats, kids to drop off, dogs to primp-up, and salons to spiff up in, swoop and dive, and make me feel unwelcome, I always wonder if this will be the day I die.

I ended last season, analyzing, I got out this winter, planning, and today, spring, I start implementing.
A weakness in my racing, the top of the climb, climbing.
Today, this rolling hill was targeted to remedy that.
and it's Not so much of doing more climbing this year, but stronger climbing, with a better finish at the top, is my goal.

The weather, conditions for riding were special, chilly, snowed lingering, pretty dry roads.
Green coming alive, brighter in hue and saturation.
My finger tips burned a bit, still cold.
Centennial Road is quite, and I was left alone, to do my job.

I do, ...I hate fast cars.

Cheers!  dlowe


status quo

The break at the end of cross season and back into training ends for me at the day light savings time switch.  My rides up to now have been pretty much laid back,  just going enough to stay on top of the pedals, with a comfortable spin.

My wife, Ljiljana , knows I love roses, pale roses, the Pale Yellow to the Antique Whites.

We usually buy roses/flowers for each other when we are leaving, going away on a trip.  They stay pretty and keeps the heart happy while we're away. 

I buy her more of a baby's breath, field looking, natural, or if its summer just make a nice bouquet from whats blooming in our yard.  

Group training rides start, the sprints,  'b' drives, GV30 and racing some old man Crits.   It will all be balanced by what the spring weather gives.  

The changing of the clock.  New batteries in the smoke detectors.  Efforts and building, racing. 

It's quiet, a tension, the joy, of  turning left out of the staging corporate office parking lot, to start the GV30.  New kits.   Pale legs.  Cool shoes. 

Cheers spring!  dlowe