transitions, yeah.

Let's get this party started, you can feel those days
coming, they're just around the corner. Time to pay
the piper.When you start seeing quotes like this
from the big dawgs, you know we're turning the
corner on another season.

Spring's coming, bring it.

from cyclingnews.com:

For Boonen, the semi-classic is an empty space on his trophy shelf. "It is the only race I have not won from the spring classics, all the other ones I have already won one time or more."

Must be neat to be able to say
that, with a straight face, at 27.

Me, I'm gonna get after some
sick mid Atlantic lift assist bc
skiing tomorrow, totally radgnar.
Like last wknd, but more.

One last chance to shralp some pow,
then I'll reallllllly be itchin for some
quality saddle time.

quick transition from this:

to this:

and definitely some of this:

???

March First is Saturday?

holy shit am I in for a
rude awakenin' at Cohutta.

I'm lucky if I'm able to
handle a Harri-Roubaix
at that time of year.

fuck.
me.



this is gonna be neat.

back on it.

testing testing. spin the
commute home, contacts
in, gear shuffled, partial
kitting done, car loaded,
Furnace by 6:15.

Rolling quickly. Jabber
feels so. damn. comfortable.
Rip across CommServ to
warm up. Reach the end,
light indicator goes from
blue to red. shit. looks like
an O&B. Kill the light & relax,
then fire up and burn the
hi-beam back to the car.

At the car, indicator still blue?
Damn, musta been a glitch.
Really wanted more than an
hour's ride, coulda stayed out.
Shoulda stayed out.

Still a fun ride, bit of crunchy
snow, am liking the new light
more on the bars instead of
the helmet. Final piece of the
Jabber puzzle is wheels. Popped
a(nother) spoke in the rear wheel.
Converting an Eno eccentric to
a concentric bolt on, new hoops
are on order.

First need to tear down the old
ss wheels.....anybody need a
pair of 26" Mavic UST rims?

Not even ridden for a year.....

explorin'

I had a good snow hound mentor in Dirtball.
Followed a hunch to Denton Hill State Park.
Good vibe all around, no fun police to limit
your line choice, which meshes nicely
with my prefered approach to skiing.

An afternoon of slackcountry explorin'
blew my mind, both in potential and the
unexpectedly spectacular, ski whereever
you want condish. Totally different than
the lift served off piste that was skied earlier.
Karhu Guides are incredible skis, they do
everything you ask of 'em.

While poking thru the trees, remember to
always look for the blue ribbons.
Pics can fill in the rest.

Interesting morning commute.Pennsyltucky stormin'.Early crowd.Report was right, thin cover for sure. Cranked

out a few more laps for good measure anyway.3 hours of charging the lift served portion of the

little hill had me itching for a change of scenery.

Tour time out thru yet another rabbit hole.Wonder what's off the 'groomed'?

Exactly what I had hoped to find.yep, found it.oh yeah.more.and more.my favorite color.and more.and up again.previous plunder.exit chute.

5 turns.

standing on the knob of snow.
scoping the line, snaking from
here to there to there, those
are the first three, bang, bang,
bang & maybe open up the last
one just a bit.

slope rolls over off the headwall,
no scoping the line from above,
what do the next turns hold?
where do they take me?
what's down there?

neat questions to ask, but you know
the answers. how many laps off this
headwall have you done over the years?

click of the poles, then push off,
drop a knee, settling into the
trough between bumps, nail this
turn and establish the rythmn.

POP! let that ski unload you qwik
footed bitch, change leads and
get that next edge engaged.
let the ski work.

POP! solid carvable footing, with
a bit of rain infused hardpack
scrapeage added to the soundtrack.
throw your core down the fall line,
hope that your feet catch up,
shluff flowing down with you.

POP! Drive that uphill hand,
can see past the rollover now.
There's the lip of your nemesis,
a side of the trail drop that only
comes in after a cold month of
running the snow guns.
(we take what we can get)

I'm not comfortable falling thru the
air and I'd like to change that. So we'll
let this third turn finish a bit, moving
out across the line. Hit that hardpack
spine, get light and snap those skis
around midair. That's four.

Set an edge and line her up, breath.
Hesitant side slippage before the
commit. Adrenals firing, bead of
sweat trickles, just point 'em you
fuckin' pussy......pre jump the lip
like you've read about, keep it tight.

then silence.

one-one thousand.

two-one thousand.

touchdown.

DON'T DROP THAT HAND!
Out of the backseat!

drivedrivedrive, eyes open like
platters accelerating instantly to
Mach Looney status out of the
chute and onto an apron of
choppy crud over hardpack.

Let out a hoot, maybe even a holler.

Rinse, and repeat.

linkage.

this is a humorous read,
thanks Tim: Things I Like.

Reminds me of this classic.

gadgetry

hmmmm, wonder if I can bolt a cog onto one of these puppies?
It's an 8 bolt pattern, proprietary I'm sure, doesn't look like a 19 or 20 would fit, too large of a bolt circle. Would need to change up gearing to something like 42/24 or 44/26 to make a large enough boltable cog from the looks of it. And that would totally change my ring clearance, thusly killing my world famous ninja log clearing skillz. So, forget it.

Mostly curious about how it would, if it can, read backpressure into the pedals. Or if it would even work as a flip flopper, do these things only read power in one direction of rotation? Bet those silly kids out west are drooling all over it...