Monday, July 26, 2010

Feelings

I saddled up on a true road bike for the first time in over three years. It was exhilartating. A friend in town recently purchased a new bike, leaving his oversized 62cm frame lonely and in need of some wrench love. After a frankenstein-stem change and a bottle of degreaser I was ready to roll. It felt a little like Christmas morning. I can imagine the difference between a mountain bike and the road bike must be similar to the diffences between a Honda Fat Cat and a Ducati Desmosedici. Handling at speed is a huge diffence, not to mention the fluid forward acceleration when you put the scews to it. Enjoy the ride!

Monday, July 19, 2010

Turning the screws and taping the box.

Crazy weather. Hard workouts. Moving across town. More cowbell?
Radial.


New threads.

Wednesday, July 14, 2010

Dear John...

Mr. Beck, we are waiting to party with YOU!

1.21 Gigawatts!?

The Firecracker is always a trip to the past for me. Tj, John and I tore up the trials before there were trials. The Archer Park/Otter Creek assult was the premier ride. This years race brought much of the same excitement as I rolled around for a pre-ride on Saturday. I was greeted with the usual course challenges and some new zero-g rollers! The creek trails certainly test the skills of a rider. Everyone is struggling for that little boost of speed as short power climbs keep a tight pack. GOOOO! Not really. I came to an abrupt stop just seconds from the line after a dirt slinging race winning rider unclipped in my path. Unfortunately, I lack the power to pass at full speed, leaving me track standing at the first section of single track. Pedal, Pedal, Pain, Pedal, Pain and I was back in the top 15 riders. As the saying goes, "if you aint rubbing you aint racing," held true. For the first time since returning to the race scene I felt like I was racing. Going into the last lap I was attempting to control our small group of four riders, taking the lead on long single track sections and responding to small attacks. Conveniently, Muraski was also in our four man group. He launched several valiant attacts throughout the last lap leaving my legs cooked. I went into the last section of single track in fourth wheel, hoping to slingshot for the best of the rest as we exited the rock garden. One bobble and in the rocks and the rest is history.
A big thanks to all the race directors and trail makers! The Eau Claire race is a great one!

Thursday, July 8, 2010

Once the toothpaste is out of the tube...

Riding on the fine line, as some say, is right where I have been training. I once heard a famous coach coin the phrase "pushing the envelope." Stepping back and taking a closer look at this seasons training has brought me back to build phase. Sub-threshold or the slow lactic drip. After two weeks and some careful wattage watching I am back to...respectable fitness. Pedal on!

Shadows of Inspiration

Photo: L. Weber