Thursday, April 30, 2009
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
As I was coming back from Bloomington, I rode by QBP and then Bush Lake. After I crossed 494 I got on Gleason and saw a cyclist ahead of me carrying and pack and a set of HED wheels. As I got closer I saw he had Hollywood plastered all over his ass. Yep it was Jay himself heading to Opus. We talked for a little, and he pissed off a motorist or two at Vernon. I was planning on riding by the race, but wasn't interested in watching tonight, so rode to Bren with him, wished him luck, and continued to the greenway and home.
My speeds are good, but I still don't feel good. Might be a little stress from work...I don't know. 37/17.8
Monday, April 27, 2009
I had a nice ride tonight...my typical route. I am a creature of habit. I know I'm in a rut and I like it down here.
While I was riding I saw Lynne, Bill, Jeannette, and Nate. You know we live in a metro area of 3 million people, and yet it feels like a small town, because I'm always seeing some one I know. 33/17.2
Sunday, April 26, 2009
And you know, if we can send a guy to the moon, don't you think we could keep it from raining on the weekend?
Called on the Evil One and kept the ride short easy and on trails and paths. It really was nice to be out. Not much traffic, no noise and empty trails, just Robins, Sparrows, Cardinals, Ducks and Tom.
The hardest part about riding in the rain is getting started. Once out, and properly dressed, it really is enjoyable. Everything seems enhanced with more of a sheen. Maybe it's just that the dust has been washed off, or the extra drink of water has some how invigorated everything.
If it's green it's popping now. When the sun comes out there will be a green explosion. 26/15.1
Bridge At Lake Hiawatha and Minnehaha Creek
Grey Wet And Cloudy Downtown From Lake Hiawatha
Saturday, April 25, 2009
I picked up the new trail in Excelsior and took it all the way into St. Bonni, where there's a great looking little bistro right off the trail. I came back through Mound, back into the cities, up into Theo Wirth. Yeah, you get it, I was just kind of meandering today, but really enjoyed riding with Amy, and then finding some new trails. I even got a little lost out in Mound, and had to back track to find my way home. That to me is a sign of a good ride. 80/18.0
Friday, April 24, 2009
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
Monday, April 20, 2009
Got stopped by a cop at Lake Street and Dean Parkway. He pulled over and in front of me and rolled down his window. I kind of stuck my head in the patrol car and said, "how's it going?" He responded by saying. "you like your bike...is it carbon?" I told him it was all aluminum. He said he just bought a new Cannondale. We talked bikes for about 5 minutes. As we finished up, I mentioned the assault attempt against me on the greenway and how much I appreciate all the police are doing to keep us safe. He seemed a little surprised, that I was thanking him. 33/15.6
Three trees trying to grow in the same spot at Thomas Beach, over the years, makes for some interesting entanglements.
Sunday, April 19, 2009
My oldest grandson and I did some exploring along railroad tracks this evening.
A Major Find.
Out on the new bike his grandma got him.
In discussing our plans for next week, we are going to practice some of our superhero skills. This will include being invisible. He'll wear a cloak of invisibility, and I'll ride so fast no one can see me.
We'll also practice flying. He's already been practicing by jumping off his bed this last week, and has apparently been making progress. He'll bring his cape, "which should help a lot", next week.
Saturday, April 18, 2009
We worked the first 35 miles together into a pretty stiff north wind. Charles got a flat at Wayzata. That guy can change a flat fast. At Hanover we got the wind at our backs, and enjoyed some pretty high tempo riding...mid to upper twenties, with a few thirties showing up on the computer, all the way into Delano. Quick stop at the Crows Nest, and back into the saddle and more wind aided riding.
By the time we got to Mayer everything and everybody was hurting, and we still had 35+ miles, a headwind, and some pretty good rollers ahead of us. Minneti and I just kept on trading pulls, and turning the cranks. It wound up just being that kind of ride, just plain hard. I even mentioned to Mike as we came into Victoria, "You know, you've got to be kind of sick to enjoy doing this". He smiled and said, "yeah". 100/21.0
No Bags, But A lot Of Post Ride Salt
Friday, April 17, 2009
The single speed Schwinn was anxious to get out.
A guy at Lake Of The Isles harmonizing with the Canadian Geese. He really was trying to sound just like them. It was beautiful.
Thursday, April 16, 2009
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
Monday, April 13, 2009
Sunday, April 12, 2009
Saturday, April 11, 2009
The remainder of us rode to Jordan and picked up a perfect tailwind out of Prior Lake. The pace line broke up early as BK was putting on a clinic. He was all over Lydia, even providing his own lead out. A couple of rollers later there were 7 of us, a couple of Synergy boys, and some Nature boys rotating at about 30 mph. We maintained that effort all the way into Jordan. Just as we got there I cracked, but fortunately it was several hundred feet from a stop sign so I could make it look like I was slowing down for that. We rolled into Jordan pretty pleased with how hard and sweet that felt.
The group got back together to enjoy some great Holiday gas station food. My choice was Lime Gatorade and a Snickers bar.
Some of the more insane of the group opted for 100 miles, while others, with an obviously much higher IQ, chose an 80 mile option. The five of us more mentally challenged riders headed for Belle Plaine and some nasty climbing. We climbed out of the river valley and straight into a headwind that lasted for about 7 miles, then turned west toward Belle Plaine and enjoyed a refreshing tailwind for a few miles.
Just as we got got into Belle Plaine I heard the sound that all cyclists fear. The clank of metal on asphalt and a thud along with an involuntary yelp as the body hit the ground. Somebody had gone down. I stopped and looked back. He'd gotten up already and was standing, his bike was up too, but he was bent resting the weight of his body, using his bike as a crutch.
He looked good, no blood. He knew where he was...knew his name. Nothing broken. Right side dirty. Right jersey shoulder ripped. He had a headache. We knew what that meant.
He'd had a mechanical failure that caused him to go down. We got it all fixed. We got him riding again. Charles Parsons rode with him, kept talking to him, making sure he was doing good.
These are extraordinary cyclists that I rode with today, and Charles showed that they are even better human beings. Charles shepherded him home and the three of us continued on.
We hit Lime Street hill at about 70 miles, which was just excruciating, and the hurt didn't really stop until I got off the bike.
It's awful that a friend got hurt today. I heard from him as I was writing this. He's home and is going to be just fine, thanks to Charles and a helmet.
That's three friends that went down this week. All of them are home, and will be fine because they had helmets on.
One of the riders I was with for the entire 100 sent me some info from his Garmin.
3380 feet of climbing
6284 calories burned
4hrs 55 mn ride time
My computer showed 98/19.5