Dopplering in Riverton NJ

In cross,  when you stand by the tape, on a tough part of the course,   you can see the rider's face, the effort, pain, commitment.  I think I can almost hear that battle that is going on in the skull, "dig down deep,  dig, dig,.... hold on to that wheel, no slipping back, ...it hurts, let up a little, NO!  go"


I'm sitting out on the porch, listening to music, Jamie xx, enjoying the rain. and having a beer.
I came in 21st at Riverton Crit.   I wanted to quit a lot of times.  Other times I was up the road in a break.  I'd hear people, and the sound bent, dopplerred, as we flew by.  I love that race, its so hard, and the corners suit me well.  I like the small town,  folks clapping for the riders off the back.


It was a good day, and I was no where near the win. 


colors are different, sound,     I think that's John Minturn, the blur,...

One reason to race cross, just to do one race,  is you'll get a bit of understanding, of what a rider goes through out there.   The talk that goes on in the brain.


I like Riverton, love it, its almost like a cross race


thanks Historic Riverton Crit  folks that put it on, it was Awesome!   dlowe

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Years ago, I was at the Valley Green Inn, before I started riding.  It was hot like today, and kids were on the bridge.  I was surprised to hear,  thummp... cuckoling, boasting and laughter.   I looked at the bridge, and was surprised to see kids jumping off it, into the shallow Wissahickon Creek.  It took me a while, but riding today, out on the SS CX, the road bike about fixed up, nervous miles cause I really want to have good legs at Riverton.  I saw them headed up, dry, I got a single chance.  I got the picture I want.

 

I want to be in the money  Sunday.

 

 

dlowe.

 



Yinzer's

        photo lifted from facebook: Burt Hoovis

the 45+ Masters getting on, riding Roberto Clemente bridge,  then back out on Warhol.
Every year I can, I'm going to do this race, the Steel City Crit.  It's on the short list of crits to do.
Steel City, Riverton, The Jersey Fish, Liberty, Bethlehem,  .... boy do I miss Philly's Lemon Hill.

                               
Me and  Mom DLowe, Janet DiLauro.  I can't tell you how swell it was to give her a hug and peck on the cheek, leaning over the barriers, at the start line.

the race?  I got 13th, broke my bike and flatted but made it across the line.  I had in my mind to go for the win, one bloke got up the road, and I had a good wheel set-up to take the field sprint, for maybe 2nd!     but it...
I rolled in on the back end of the little group.
I sat on the sidewalk in the shade at the feet of my Mom and Step-Father Michael, I tried to bear it, and hid it as best I could, my disappointment.  but... its been a while since I committed to think "Win".  and I've got to learn to go for it, and accept it, ether way, and yeah, I gotta think win.

I like Pittsburgh,  I like racing new blokes, and the grudge, of being the outta towner,  maybe we can get a couple of CX weekends set aside in the fall,  you know a weekend in phila.  where the Pitt peeps make it across state to race our turf,  and a weekend where we try to kick their ass on their home ground.


Hug your mamma's....   xxoo dlowe

The Shed

I finished up my book on John Kane.  I discovered him on my last visit to Pittsburgh, the Carnegie Museum of Art, I liked his paintings looked him up, order an out of print book.    Its a fantastic read/story.

He worked a lot as a house painter, among many tough, dirty jobs, that he loved.  It got me thinking, along with other come along ideas; seeing a photo of Dylan Thomas's writing shed, and Kelly Cline's, comments on a ride, about the sheds about his town.   and The shed was just in need of paint.

 

 

 

I finished painting the shed today,  dark green, barn red, and a vain accent of white, up on the cupola.


John Kane carried some supplies with him, and in his journeys, if he came across a beautiful picture, he'd try to capture it.  I don't ride a lot of different places, where I do ride, over the years it soaks in,  that a spot or two, the time of day, that there are some real nice views.

      The end of Stony Lane.   Got out early, and it was quite, a bit chilly,  real nice.



I sat out back looking at the shed, thinking about the colors,  figuring it out.  The green was easy, that is what it was, and it blends in with the plants.   The red,  I thought back to some comments on the Golden Gate Bridge, and how its color, was a primer, and it complimented its place in nature.  That is what lead me to the barn red.
The white accent, a bit cocky, vain, and sticks out a bit, but hey, I like it.

cross is still a long way off, soon I'll be pulling out all the stuff and going through it.  New tires, cables, cogs, bearings,  ....   I can't wait!

Cheers, dlowe.