stoner move, left the front wheel
in the alley. realized it out at
the Pioneer Cemetary along Laurel Run.
ninja mission into the Tuscarrora w/ Buck
was aborted. Shortest commute options
weighed on the drive back to town. Snag
the wheel from the alley grass quickly
parking at Marsh Run, then smoothly
grooving up to Hammond's Rock via old
school Spruce Run, 10:15ish.
Beer & sammy break at the Vista/Canyon split
maybe hooking up w/ Philly posse on the move,
no signs, so drop it like it's hot for quick photo
sesh into Canyon. squish.
Up Blue blaze to Fox Trot and roll
the sweetest finishing ridge descent
in Meeshow, imho.
Springtime Marshes.Short but sweet holidaze blowout. Blurry-ed focus
along Ridge Rd Enduro to Gretel & Hanzel and testing
ghetto tubeless on the Lollipop plunge. Mad Scientist
brewed up some wickkkkked bermed out fixy love,
new heartrate gizmo logged me a max of 198 in there
somwhere, huh. Brilliant euphoric sensations for a bit, wish
Pedro had had the helmet cam......then the hands
fell apart and had to kick it back before finishing with some
Roman Candle escalante' on Fegley to a back track on
the just give 'er enduro love. Sweetly timed 100% focused
uphill log hop set the tone for paring it all down to just
traction & breathing, Ridge Rd was a welcome sight.
Tastey chicken and enough beer drinking to bring a sunburn
wraps up that first step into the next phase.
mmmmm, neopolitan icecream.
stoner move, left the front wheel
big events like last wknd leave a lot for the mind to chew on.
leaves a lot to wrap the head around.
why choose the rigid one speed?
why not the squishy comfy Dos Niner?
you'd think that maximizing the fun would warrant that choice. why minimize effective fun levels by choosing what appears to be the least effective tool.
big mtn ss'ing requires a bit of an off kilter approach. mellow social parade climbing with the bunch doesn't happen. solo off the front tempo climbing or slumming off the back in a 20mph spun out haze trying to keep contact on the road transfers. Missing out on the relaxing social time, only to be LoneWolf parade KOM chumpion when the earth tilts again. Regrettably, it's a selfish endeavor when cruising with a group.
Then, instead of reaping the glory of buff singletrack descending love, it's jackhammer time and excessive focus just to keep things in check, all while getting dropped. Find my own flow and maximize that instead. Fade to the back, mini sessions with friends before giving it up and letting them by.
Answering the question, "Is it possible?"
sure, anything is possible.
that was proven by the true pioneers of our sport, wayyyyyy back
in the day, when these modern gadgetary options didn't even exist.
"Is it possible, for me?"
"Do I have it in me?"
I remember Tim saying that when he first rode the Shen100 fixed, that he got into the best shape of his life to do it. That's one of the reasons it took a couple years to build to my first attempt. To even consider an attempt, after hearing that from someone that you hold a lot of respect for.
During conversation last wknd, Jake asked if I'm fitter than ever before. at 38, I dunno, I guess. I don't have the gadgets to quantify that. I don't really 'race' enough nowadays to post the results to mark a trend, to see where I rank amongst my peers. I'm still able to log that token win/podium each year, that's a good sign. My personal best 100 miler time is 9:13, on gears at the Shen100 about 4yrs ago. Now I'm trying to better that on a fixed gear, and getting oh so close..
So, maybe I am 'better than ever.'
The dilema, how to quantify, how to measure 'progress'.....I used to be a racer. That ego still likes to be fed, still likes to talk shit, obviously. Results and placings once mattered, still do in different ways, or at least had some sort of value attached. But I was never a 'sponsored racer' type, so what value was there to those results? Beating the privateer drum, writing just another dime a dozen underdog story. Nowadays, 'racing' for 20th or 30th doesn't do much for me, so why bother?
Just another pint glass, I have a cupboard full.
So, why not dance to my own rythmn? Continue my quest for whatever it is that I'm questing. Show what can be done with the bare basics in this day and age of excess. Remove the technological aid, so the only thing to blame is the motor. Get down to the roots, pare it down, make it as pure as possible.
Just pedal tha damn bike, and whoever pedals the hardest, the fastest, wins.
Just pedal the damn bike.
9hours, I'm gonna make you my bitch.
Posted by Tomi on Friday, May 23, 2008
to get into a bike race.
We weren't chosen as finalists.
We made clear our intentions to do
the damn thang fixed.
I thought, of course, that we had a
pretty damn entertaining and not too
boastful letter of intent. The thought
was that we had to present our palmar'es
in order to ease any fears that we
wouldn't be able to finish the event.
I thought we did that in a creative and
not toooo racer boy way to at least get
a shot at the public vote.
Didn't happen, didn't make the cut.
I wonder why? Maybe we didn't fit
the criteria, being more racing circus
sideshow pals vs super buddy wknd
warrior riding partners. Maybe they
didn't want to risk a sweet prize package
on two fixed gear kooks who they assumed
wouldn't be able to finish their catered
leaves bitter thoughts.
last wknd brings new strength.
now wheels are turning. what to do?
what to do? what to do?
Put on a show.
Fixed....and chase that 9hr dragon.
Free......free, free, free. hhmmmm,
that should put the fkear in ya.
I might have a point to make in a
week and a half. gettin' hungry.
might even throw the Reba on
the Jabber, see how she likes the
squish. maybe it's time to come
out from the shadows, for a bit.
beyond all that and backtrack a bit;
Harlan sent me, by request, a handful of
pictures from last wknd, I think they're
a quick Cliffnotes version of the ss S-D-S
makes it all worth it,
thanks again everybody.
Posted by Tomi on Wednesday, May 21, 2008
is the phrase from the invite that was stuck in my mind all wknd.
Posted by Tomi on Monday, May 19, 2008
keeps you honest.
lets you know when.
the Jabber looks like this,
but just thru the wknd.
why? I have my reasons. this:
& this:(thanks Boyes.)
the fabled S-D-S.
another step into new territory.
some familiar terrain involved,
some not so much.
how deep does the well go?
Was tired last wknd, tacho not
winding up. because of the fear?
subconcious self preservation
keeping that powder dry? or
genuine from all the work since
March? few small scattered breaks,
but the load has been consistant.
so, minimal riding this week. trying
to read the signs, and not seek the
bailouts on the map.
this ride scares me.
other scarey things, help fight a good fight:
HERA Women's Cancer Foundation
please throw some love Sam & Elk's way,
feel good about doing something!!!
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Posted by Tomi on Wednesday, May 14, 2008
started another project a few weeks ago. Saturday
was go time after a sweet post rain sticky clean
BlueBLaze-Narrows session with Jake. tomato and pepper starters from Jackie, sowed in some
carrots and lettuce, onions and broccolli. Wonder how this
chilling rainstorm will affect it all?
Sunday ridin', lots of this as usual:
Unfortunately led to some of this, Pedro found a tree:Buck put some ooomph into it, better than before, bit of fine tuning, we kept moving. Man I love it here. so does this little guy, Huck Gettier:
and this was on my doorstep today, thanks guys!
Posted by Tomi on Monday, May 12, 2008