I sit here, in my back yard,
beer #6 in hand, bowl #whut?
It was a very good day.
Full of doubt.
For some reason,
Today was the day.
When else, would I
you see what they do,
so why not you?
One step at a time.
Step taken today,
118 doorstep to doorstep
on those skinny tires.
All you gots to do is pedal,
same as it ever was.
Been doing it all my life.
I sit here, in my back yard,
plans are made.
lose weight, get 'fit'.
vive' le Tour.
poach three days, missing
out on the first two.
Day 1/Stage 3:
I happily embrace my inner roadie.
I love riding road bikes, smooth,
efficient and plenty of time to take
it all in.
We climbed up Reddish, which I
was actually looking forward to.
And we got to descend out of the
saddle, double yeah hawll!
Moyer's Gap is a special spot,
nice sustained 19% ramp at the
"This is gonna take everything I got." - Buck
Then it rained, and we road a shit
ton of wet fireroad. My road bike
now hates me. Everybody ended up
numb, one way or the other.
Big & Schlossy.
Tony B'town & I commuted
north, catching on the last 5yrs,
following the caravan of mtb
We ride mtn bikes north on the road,
make a few turns, settle in. Parade
up into the forest, parade some trail,
stuff the front end and bang a leg off
the bike. Ouch.
Long is timed section, big ups,
groovy down and empty at the bottom.
Regroup. Ride/hike to the overlook.
Hang out for a bit with fellow
slummers and take it all in.
Lunch, sketchy fireworks, FREEDOM!
Then on that first steepish slimey bit
of down, slow speed stuff of the front
and over we go. Bang.
Do I still have all my teeph?
Yeah? cool, I still have all my teeth.
But I am spitting out blood, neat.
Really busted my lip on that one...
Typical regroup/recovery and finally
back to steady gunning slumming'
tempo after an hour or so.
Just in time to make a wrong turn
and not realize it. Get to the bottom
and hit an unmarked T, hmmmm.
There's skidmarks, there's tracks,
there's a downed tree blocking that way,
so go the other. Left is north, right is south.
Eventually find the road, and yeah,
I'm off course. Fuck, shoulda turned left
back there, so I guess I need to turn left
on the road and head north towards
where that left pops out and wherever
the hell we're parked.
Then I made some very poor route choices,
starting with that left turn, and for the next
hour or so and went for a very long, very
lost spin on the roads up around Bryce Resort
in the exact opposite direction of where I
needed to be going. It was a long trudge
backtrack down 42 and back over the Orkney
Grade where serendipity reigned and I
was picked up quickly at the crossroads
on a hunch.
JamesK, I owe you, you too Sue G.! Thank You!
So after that 2hours of extra roadieness,
the busted lip and other additional impacts,
I was feeling kinda hollow come Sunday,
so I saw the peloton off and went home,
tail between my legs.
Posted by Tomi on Monday, July 06, 2015
so that was a pretty dark month,
now going on two I guess.
talk about a paradigm shift,
upheaval sort of shit. I know
there are still some angry demons
that'll rear their heads, but
pretty sure I purged a lot out of the
Finally, can't imagine swinging
thru much lower than that, good times.
Turns out that at 45 I can still
drink my face off until 2am,
sleep 4hrs and pull off a successful
event the next day.
It's almost like I intentionally tried
to sabotage the day, as some sort of
personal challenge. A complete
no fucks given attitude, because
honestly? I couldn't have. But be
responsible cuz I am, push thru it,
do the job, and it all works out.
Folks go home happy, sponsors
impressed, lookin' even better for
It all works out, that's how it works.
Always has, always will, recognize.
Posted by Tomi on Friday, June 26, 2015
“We need to make sure that we protect the right not just of having religious views, but the right of acting on those religious views,” he said.
Does this asshole understand how fucked up this view is and what a Pandora's box he opens up with that statement? Fucking conservatives.
Posted by Tomi on Monday, June 22, 2015
i wonder how that will be?
kill the rum, get it out of
the house, get her out of the
house. this reboot, it has not
been easy. fkna.
fisin' been decent,
ridin's been good.
work is work,
workin' on the
pedaling, it does a body good.
Posted by Tomi on Sunday, June 14, 2015
March was a rough month,
weather, mental state, all
very cold and grey.
Peak belly hit sometime
about mid month. Then
the weather broke, and we
began pedaling again.
Then the relationship broke,
and I really began pedaling
again, or at least 100% on
my terms, again. Man I love
those old school BSRR's..
So, just crossed that old school
base build 1000mile threshold
sometime in the last week,
and according to the scale,
15lbs has been left behind
out along that quiet white line
since those March doldrums.
Targeting another 5 to 10,
but don't call it a comeback,
I'm just looking to be not quite
so far off the back on Sundays.
And I sure do love to ride my bicycle.
Posted by Tomi on Tuesday, June 09, 2015
'guiding', it ain't easy. period.
tough day, saw some good fish
while crawling around the banks
of the Letort in the later morn.
had one live action test case to
demonstrate what usually happens
when you encounter one of those rather
large, 'you get one cast' type of fish....
to which I got exactly one cast.
Big old 18"+er saw the leader
overhead, and bolted.....All in
front of the former el Presidente'
of the Angler's Club of NY.
He was a trooper on the Letort and
wish we'd done better on Mtn Creek
in the afternoon. I picked up a few, a
couple decent sized rainbow stockies,
some small wild browns and chubs,
he got into some smaller wild browns...
there's a mild regret of outfishing
the sport you're sporting, which is
why 'guiding' is in quotes...today's
role is to put 'em over fish, advise
if the vibe is there, but not hold
hands....take your buddy fishing
sort of deal, share some local
knowledge if you can, history,
stories like those you've heard
from guides while guided, but this
is your neck of the woods. And,
yeah, so, it's cool to bring your rod,
unlike actual guiding...so, anyways.
Do wish he'd gotten onto more decent trouts,
weird to feel guilty-ish about having a bit
of success today...tough conditions all around,
weather and all has been goofy, cold rain thru
the week with flows up and now back down
quick, early clouds and getting' sunny in a snap...
curious to hear how the other's fared.
Plan B was a spot on the Breeches...grass is
always greener, ya know?
but, Like I said, weird to feel guilty-ish about
having success, but this guy's fished places
I'll only ever dream of, literally...I've dreamt
of places he's fished and has access to, and he
seems to be good people, know what I mean?
Former el Presidente' of the Angler's
Club of NY, I'm here to put you onto
some fish, sooooo, yeah, I'm, uhhh,
gonna demonstrate here, that there in
that tight pocket water you just walked
up by, there're at least two 6-8" wild
browns and a nicely colored
13" stocker rainbow.
and a chub, plus the other fleeting
shadows I kicked up as I waded thru.
maybe I just have knack for it.?
been doing it for awhile now I guess,
and these are my home waters...
I did get his card & some flies
that I'm gonna stash away, along
with an invite for lunch if I'm ever
"up in the city"....a visit to the
"Museum that serves Lunch."
Which would be amazing I'm sure..
So, I guess I must've done
something right, eh?
Posted by Tomi on Saturday, June 06, 2015