Been away for most of the week, so no night ride and only the Sunday am ride under the belt. MLW spent the weekend in George Washigton State Park on a ladies MTB/yoga retreat! She came back after a couple of big time technical and long (3+h) rides to annouce she wants a new bike. Needs full suspension to achieve her full potential apparently - we'll see.
Without MLW the Sunday ride launched from the PnR - fairly low turn out just Sean, Dan "the decider" and me (DB). After the usual decent into the park we climbed the trail up Soapstone rather than the fire road - that wrmed us up plenty - the new fallen tree was still in situ so at least we had an excuse to stop 2/3 the way up. Then the usual BC trail past the Community College and then the rocky uphill. Instead of down House of Pain we hit Superhighway and ended up on Charcoal trail - all rerouted the other week so the mission (if we chose to accept it) was to find the new link to the trails leading to Mission Impossible/Sudden Impact/Double Drop (all trail names changed to protect the guilty - and cos I don't actually know the real names). Mission accomplished when we found the new Sawtee [sic] trail and eventually found ourselves at the base of Patarini Hill with a choice to make. Even Dan "the decider" was unsure so in the interests of stupidity we took the hardest possible option and headed down Mission Impossible.
Just as the trail started to get tough who should breeze past like he was cruising asphalt but Eatough himself and team mate (second Eatough sighting in two weeks). He even stopped to mention to Dan (sho was a little way back) that the trail was the toughest in Patapsco. His meaning was probably "hey you guys have no business being here, get back on the nursery slopes", but he was too polite to say this and we were/are too stupid to take the hint.
All goes swimmingly - with a lot of pushing of bikes - until after the now legendary "24 solo-log" which Dan actually doesn't even want to walk over much less ride over, though we could clearly see the tire tracks from Eatough et al (smart arses) over the log. Shortly after however disaster strikes. Sean gets a bit optimistic on a steep downhill, Dan is in his way, Sean dabs his brakes and..... next stop crashville. Sean comes down HARD on a nasty rocky section and my first though is "well that's his shoulder F**ked". Fortunately I'm not completely correct and after 5 min or so lying on his back groaning and allowing his body to carry out a "systems check" Sean says he is pretty sure nothing is broken and is ready to continue. It becomes obvious very quickly that his shoulder is an issue however and he can't pull on his bars. So in the interests of being sensible (a one time thing only I promise) we take the road back to the base of the climb to the PnR and head back to the cars.
Sean is bemoaning being "stupid" for trying something he shouldn't but hell! Stupidity is what is is all about! If we wanted to be sensible we would be tucked up in bed with a cup of tea at 8:30am on a Sunday morning (especially when the temp is in the 40's) not throwing ourselves and our bikes down (and up) the Patapsco trails.
Till next time
Stupidity rules!
DogzBollux
Friday, November 16, 2007
Saturday, November 10, 2007
Two night ride week!
Just when life is looking a bit glum, out of the blue comes a two night ride week! Several of the "Sunday Group" have bought lights and have shown interest in night riding. To date this has been restricted to single nocturnal sojourn around the neighborhood trails but that was to change this week. "Dan the Man" stepped up to the plate and so we hit the trails at Patapsco for his inaugural night ride. It was a short loop - approx five miles but it dipped his toes into the waters of nocturnal insanity. Dan was amazed how different even the most familiar trails were without the ability to actually see where you are going - he rode several sections he normally doesn't clear just due to not realizing they were coming up and the fact that he was going too fast to do anything but close his eyes and hope! Love it.
The next night was the "main event" George and me again - the gruesome twosome. George announced that tonight it was 15 miles or bust! My kind 'o' guy! AS a consequence we set of out the gate like bloody greyhounds. After 5 miles and at the base of only our second climb and I was beginning to feel it. Two miles later and I was sat looking up the Soapstone trail climb and seriously doubting I would ever see the top. Fortunately a tree had fallen 2/3 of the way up so I got to stop, saved me from an imminent MI I think! But the fun kept coming, past the water tower, the usual route skirting the community college and down House of Pain. George then decides he wants to replicate the "circuit of hell" that was the last nightride with Rodger and Todd (the one that left George in hospital), well that sounds reasonable - especially as I am feeling (as Jon Posner would so poetically put it) "like complete ass" and am fighting the urge to barf on a minute to minute basis. Much walking up Double Drop, but a sweet decent of Sudden Impact (minus the last bit, which I still wuss out of every F'in time).
Across swingbridge and up fire road to Ridge and Cascade. Despite feeling crap there are no issues other than my Night Hawk starting to burn out. I switch it off on the non-technical sections to save illumination for where I need it most. By the top of cascade though it is shot and I am relying totally on my $24 light from Target! Hell what's the worst that can happen? The light is actually damn bright, but the problem is it is too focused - the illumination is restricted to a fairly tight circle with no peripheral vision allowed. Bit like riding in a narrow tunnel. The downside of this is demonstrated to me very vividly on the smmoth decent just after the Norris Road crossing. Completely non-technical smooth trail leading to a slightly raised bridge. Well I scream down the trail and suddenly I am lost! Off trail and don't know where I am, I steer left to get back on the trail and hit the side of the bridge. Consequence? Monocog and me part company and I reconnect with the trail helmet first. Fortunately the wooden bridge has a vaguely slippery sheen and I slide gracefully along it (on my head and knees) for about 5 feet before I slide off the other side and end up sitting in long grass. Fortuunately I made enough time on George on the previous hill that I can pick myself up. remount and be riding as if nothing has happened when George catches me 2 minutes later.
Too bloody cold to spend much time with the post ride libation and chat - even though George has brought chairs as a new element of sophistication. Next up is grill and sound system and the post ride will be more like a tail gate party - COOL!!
Weekend and MLW is away in Virginnia on a MTB weekend! So it is ride central at "Chez Bollux". Loose the daughters #2 and #3 to a playdate on Sat and head off for a spel of fixed wheel fun. A loevly ride thru the fall countryside. Riot of color and all that. 30 miles at about 16 mph average. Slight sore and tired legs, but tomoorow is the big ride with the Sunday Morning Boys - Meeting at PnR for a bit of a throw down.
Life is Cool
Bollux
The next night was the "main event" George and me again - the gruesome twosome. George announced that tonight it was 15 miles or bust! My kind 'o' guy! AS a consequence we set of out the gate like bloody greyhounds. After 5 miles and at the base of only our second climb and I was beginning to feel it. Two miles later and I was sat looking up the Soapstone trail climb and seriously doubting I would ever see the top. Fortunately a tree had fallen 2/3 of the way up so I got to stop, saved me from an imminent MI I think! But the fun kept coming, past the water tower, the usual route skirting the community college and down House of Pain. George then decides he wants to replicate the "circuit of hell" that was the last nightride with Rodger and Todd (the one that left George in hospital), well that sounds reasonable - especially as I am feeling (as Jon Posner would so poetically put it) "like complete ass" and am fighting the urge to barf on a minute to minute basis. Much walking up Double Drop, but a sweet decent of Sudden Impact (minus the last bit, which I still wuss out of every F'in time).
Across swingbridge and up fire road to Ridge and Cascade. Despite feeling crap there are no issues other than my Night Hawk starting to burn out. I switch it off on the non-technical sections to save illumination for where I need it most. By the top of cascade though it is shot and I am relying totally on my $24 light from Target! Hell what's the worst that can happen? The light is actually damn bright, but the problem is it is too focused - the illumination is restricted to a fairly tight circle with no peripheral vision allowed. Bit like riding in a narrow tunnel. The downside of this is demonstrated to me very vividly on the smmoth decent just after the Norris Road crossing. Completely non-technical smooth trail leading to a slightly raised bridge. Well I scream down the trail and suddenly I am lost! Off trail and don't know where I am, I steer left to get back on the trail and hit the side of the bridge. Consequence? Monocog and me part company and I reconnect with the trail helmet first. Fortunately the wooden bridge has a vaguely slippery sheen and I slide gracefully along it (on my head and knees) for about 5 feet before I slide off the other side and end up sitting in long grass. Fortuunately I made enough time on George on the previous hill that I can pick myself up. remount and be riding as if nothing has happened when George catches me 2 minutes later.
Too bloody cold to spend much time with the post ride libation and chat - even though George has brought chairs as a new element of sophistication. Next up is grill and sound system and the post ride will be more like a tail gate party - COOL!!
Weekend and MLW is away in Virginnia on a MTB weekend! So it is ride central at "Chez Bollux". Loose the daughters #2 and #3 to a playdate on Sat and head off for a spel of fixed wheel fun. A loevly ride thru the fall countryside. Riot of color and all that. 30 miles at about 16 mph average. Slight sore and tired legs, but tomoorow is the big ride with the Sunday Morning Boys - Meeting at PnR for a bit of a throw down.
Life is Cool
Bollux
Tuesday, November 6, 2007
Bad Karma
It's been an odd couple of weeks since I last sat my lazy arse down to update this blog!
We've had a couple of real bad tempered rides and a couple of stormers. I put the bad tempered rides down to the changing season, it getting colder, bad weather interrupting riding time etc. For two weeks the whole riding population (yours truly included) seemed just to have a bad attitude.
First up MLW got all bent out of shape cos I lead a ride that was a bit on the long side - the first time the Sunday group has attempted both HC and BC sides of Patapsco in a single ride. maybe it was a little too much. First I got the ominous silence from MLW, then the hanging at the back of the group, but I knew I was in the Dog House when I waited for MLW to catch us up at the swing bridge (leading back to Landing) and as she passed she hissed "don't even speak to me!" Fortunately by the time we reached the cars she had cooled down and in the meantime I had dissipated my anger on four riders who decided to disregard convention and not give me the right of way despite me being the rider heading uphill just after the rock garden on Cascade. Having cleaned the rock garden for the fist time in ages and looking to go "no dabs" thru the whole section i was less than overjoyed when four mtbers heading down the hill (and having seen me approach) just hogged the center of the trail and forced me off the trail!!! The first guy just carried on but the second guy actually ran into me so we had a brief conversation. I suggested he give way to riders heading up the trail and he was chastened enough for me to feel bad at raising my voice.
But then what goes around comes around and the following week on exactly the same stretch of trail a couple of the guys in our group fell foul of trail etiquette and felt the wrath of another disgruntled mtber. I this scenario our group was indeed heading up hill but had dismounted so should really have gotten out of the way of the rider trying to clear the section. Our first rider did the decent thing and got out of the way as much as possible and received a grunt by way of thanks from the other rider. Our rider two however, being a bit more oblivious did not move from the center of the trail and took the mounted rider down - few harsh words deserved and received.
Since these two incidents though it has all been sweetness and light! I have even decided that the trail builders are not the devil's spawn I had previously presumed. In fact I realize that i have absolutely no bloody right to complain about the trails unless I get my arse out there and do some trail maintenance. However they have just put in a new piece of trail HC side which is absolutely bloody fantastic! Short but the best fun ever - ridden it twice now (first on a night ride) then in the light - LOVE IT! Big obstacles and wicked stream crossing.
The night ride with George was of note only because the aforementioned trail builders have rearranged the Hilton portion so that we got horribly lost (for the second night ride in a row) - no one got hurt this time.
Looking to get out with some night riding newbies in the next week or so - should be worth writing about.
DogBollux
We've had a couple of real bad tempered rides and a couple of stormers. I put the bad tempered rides down to the changing season, it getting colder, bad weather interrupting riding time etc. For two weeks the whole riding population (yours truly included) seemed just to have a bad attitude.
First up MLW got all bent out of shape cos I lead a ride that was a bit on the long side - the first time the Sunday group has attempted both HC and BC sides of Patapsco in a single ride. maybe it was a little too much. First I got the ominous silence from MLW, then the hanging at the back of the group, but I knew I was in the Dog House when I waited for MLW to catch us up at the swing bridge (leading back to Landing) and as she passed she hissed "don't even speak to me!" Fortunately by the time we reached the cars she had cooled down and in the meantime I had dissipated my anger on four riders who decided to disregard convention and not give me the right of way despite me being the rider heading uphill just after the rock garden on Cascade. Having cleaned the rock garden for the fist time in ages and looking to go "no dabs" thru the whole section i was less than overjoyed when four mtbers heading down the hill (and having seen me approach) just hogged the center of the trail and forced me off the trail!!! The first guy just carried on but the second guy actually ran into me so we had a brief conversation. I suggested he give way to riders heading up the trail and he was chastened enough for me to feel bad at raising my voice.
But then what goes around comes around and the following week on exactly the same stretch of trail a couple of the guys in our group fell foul of trail etiquette and felt the wrath of another disgruntled mtber. I this scenario our group was indeed heading up hill but had dismounted so should really have gotten out of the way of the rider trying to clear the section. Our first rider did the decent thing and got out of the way as much as possible and received a grunt by way of thanks from the other rider. Our rider two however, being a bit more oblivious did not move from the center of the trail and took the mounted rider down - few harsh words deserved and received.
Since these two incidents though it has all been sweetness and light! I have even decided that the trail builders are not the devil's spawn I had previously presumed. In fact I realize that i have absolutely no bloody right to complain about the trails unless I get my arse out there and do some trail maintenance. However they have just put in a new piece of trail HC side which is absolutely bloody fantastic! Short but the best fun ever - ridden it twice now (first on a night ride) then in the light - LOVE IT! Big obstacles and wicked stream crossing.
The night ride with George was of note only because the aforementioned trail builders have rearranged the Hilton portion so that we got horribly lost (for the second night ride in a row) - no one got hurt this time.
Looking to get out with some night riding newbies in the next week or so - should be worth writing about.
DogBollux
Friday, October 19, 2007
Exactly What It Says On The Tin!!!!
Oh Yeah!!!!!
A 'kin classic!
I knew it would be, a good old fashioned throw down, 2 and1/2 hours of canned insanity!
Night riding as it should be, exactly as advertised. All the cycling planets aligned, the cycling gods were in benign mood and all was well with the world. All present and correct were "Hard Ridin' Rodge", "Todd the Terminator" , George "he who knows no pain" and Yours Truly. The only no show was Doug - who had he turned up would have assumed the monica "Big Man" replacing (in that role) Spence who has abandoned us MTBers in favor of pastures greener (or waters bluer I guess) and taken up white water kayaking!
Well the ride started as usual with a quick skip up through Belmont and over to Cascade - then Rodger took over the reins and all hell broke loose! His first bright idea was a trundle up Soapstone then a ride along the Superhighway and down Hose of Pain. At this point the ride took on what was to be the pattern for the rest of the night - Rodger blasting off the front like the madman he is, Todd not giving a bloody inch and George and me suffering like dogz at the back trying to keep up! Oh what fun.
Having survived House of Pain Rodger (bless his cotton socks) wanted to head up (up mind!) Double Drop to allow us to ride down Sudden Impact! Holy Mary mother of God! Well on the steep uphill of Double Drop the group was well and truly blown apart! Rodger disappeared and closely following was Todd (sporting his shifty tonight - you fairweather SSer). By the top of the hill , when I finally caught Rodg and Todd, George was a fair bit back. We then missed the turn down Sudden Impact and ended up at the road, necessitating a retracing of steps. And here is where the night began to go horribly pear-shaped. George having got to the top of Double Drop and not finding us there had assumed we had buggered off and left him - as if! So in true George "he who knows no pain"-stylee hurtles down Sudden Impact at full speed to try and catch us. The result is that when we finally find our way back to the right trail and negotiate the steep down hill George is curled up in a ball on the road beside his bike! Clearly all is not well......
Half way down Sudden Impact (and I suspect achieving something close to terminal velocity) Georges left hand makes full contact with a protruding branch of a tree OUCH! Initial diagnosis (later confirmed by the kind souls at Howard County General) is a broken hand, bummer. Double bummer actually as George is scheduled to fly out to Utah to ride on Saturday!
As George "he who now knows pain"couldn't even put his glove back on we limped back to the cars - a trip elongated somewhat by the new trail layout on the HC side (which had us riding in circles for twenty minutes) and enjoyed a somewhat rapid beer before George headed off to HCGH for the night.
Good thing is his Doc is sympathetic and casts his wrist such that he can hold his handlebars and tells him that riding on the flat will be fine but uphill/downhill is going to hurt. That's O.K. then...... How much uphill or downhill can be involved in a MTB vacation in Moab?
Keep on Rockin' (in the Free World)
DogzBollux
A 'kin classic!
I knew it would be, a good old fashioned throw down, 2 and1/2 hours of canned insanity!
Night riding as it should be, exactly as advertised. All the cycling planets aligned, the cycling gods were in benign mood and all was well with the world. All present and correct were "Hard Ridin' Rodge", "Todd the Terminator" , George "he who knows no pain" and Yours Truly. The only no show was Doug - who had he turned up would have assumed the monica "Big Man" replacing (in that role) Spence who has abandoned us MTBers in favor of pastures greener (or waters bluer I guess) and taken up white water kayaking!
Well the ride started as usual with a quick skip up through Belmont and over to Cascade - then Rodger took over the reins and all hell broke loose! His first bright idea was a trundle up Soapstone then a ride along the Superhighway and down Hose of Pain. At this point the ride took on what was to be the pattern for the rest of the night - Rodger blasting off the front like the madman he is, Todd not giving a bloody inch and George and me suffering like dogz at the back trying to keep up! Oh what fun.
Having survived House of Pain Rodger (bless his cotton socks) wanted to head up (up mind!) Double Drop to allow us to ride down Sudden Impact! Holy Mary mother of God! Well on the steep uphill of Double Drop the group was well and truly blown apart! Rodger disappeared and closely following was Todd (sporting his shifty tonight - you fairweather SSer). By the top of the hill , when I finally caught Rodg and Todd, George was a fair bit back. We then missed the turn down Sudden Impact and ended up at the road, necessitating a retracing of steps. And here is where the night began to go horribly pear-shaped. George having got to the top of Double Drop and not finding us there had assumed we had buggered off and left him - as if! So in true George "he who knows no pain"-stylee hurtles down Sudden Impact at full speed to try and catch us. The result is that when we finally find our way back to the right trail and negotiate the steep down hill George is curled up in a ball on the road beside his bike! Clearly all is not well......
Half way down Sudden Impact (and I suspect achieving something close to terminal velocity) Georges left hand makes full contact with a protruding branch of a tree OUCH! Initial diagnosis (later confirmed by the kind souls at Howard County General) is a broken hand, bummer. Double bummer actually as George is scheduled to fly out to Utah to ride on Saturday!
As George "he who now knows pain"couldn't even put his glove back on we limped back to the cars - a trip elongated somewhat by the new trail layout on the HC side (which had us riding in circles for twenty minutes) and enjoyed a somewhat rapid beer before George headed off to HCGH for the night.
Good thing is his Doc is sympathetic and casts his wrist such that he can hold his handlebars and tells him that riding on the flat will be fine but uphill/downhill is going to hurt. That's O.K. then...... How much uphill or downhill can be involved in a MTB vacation in Moab?
Keep on Rockin' (in the Free World)
DogzBollux
Monday, October 15, 2007
I Just Wanna Ride My Freakin' Bike!!!!!!!!
"We want to be free!
We want to be free to do what we want to do!
We want to be free to ride.
And we want to be free to ride our machines without being hassled by The Man.
And we want to drink soda (or something like that).
And we want to have a good time!
And that's what we're gonna do.
We're gonna have a good time.
We're gonna have a party!"
as Peter Fonda once probably said
Aaaaahhhhhh! It's been a totally frustrating few weeks! Three bloody weekends in a row and I haven't been able to hit the trails! Two weeks up in Pa and this week the bloody babysitter cried off "because it's Homecoming" - "I don't bloody care!!! Get your arse round here so I can go and ride my bloody bike, before I transmogrify into a homicidal maniac and start eating old people and small children!!!!" I screamed down the phone, well actually I didn't, I actually said " Oh that's fine we'll hope to see you next weekend then" but I thought it!
And the midweek ride was a wash too cos no bugger was available and irresponsible as I try to be, I couldn't rationalize a solo night ride.
So it's been just running for me the past week, that and a fair amount of sulking! I talked a friend into a ride last night just around the bike trails in the neighborhoods but to say that wasn't a decent substitute for an adrenaline soaked rip around Patapsco is like saying alcohol-free lager isn't a decent substitute for real beer! And my sodding light battery is playing up too, only gave me about an hour last night before lapsing into a faint orange smudge on the trail ahead of me! BUGGER, BUGGER, BUGGER - and that's the polite version, for the uncencored version watch the first three minutes of "Four Weddings and a Funeral"
Well things can only look up - if the weather holds (and it bloody better do) the nightride looks to have a chance of being a classic - light permitting. It will give me a chance to test out the new elbow pads I've finally succombed to buying, scabby elbows are not the most professional look.
Still on the bright side England beat the bloody Frogs to make it into the Rugby World Cup Final. Way hay!
Cheers for now
Dogzbollux
We want to be free to do what we want to do!
We want to be free to ride.
And we want to be free to ride our machines without being hassled by The Man.
And we want to drink soda (or something like that).
And we want to have a good time!
And that's what we're gonna do.
We're gonna have a good time.
We're gonna have a party!"
as Peter Fonda once probably said
Aaaaahhhhhh! It's been a totally frustrating few weeks! Three bloody weekends in a row and I haven't been able to hit the trails! Two weeks up in Pa and this week the bloody babysitter cried off "because it's Homecoming" - "I don't bloody care!!! Get your arse round here so I can go and ride my bloody bike, before I transmogrify into a homicidal maniac and start eating old people and small children!!!!" I screamed down the phone, well actually I didn't, I actually said " Oh that's fine we'll hope to see you next weekend then" but I thought it!
And the midweek ride was a wash too cos no bugger was available and irresponsible as I try to be, I couldn't rationalize a solo night ride.
So it's been just running for me the past week, that and a fair amount of sulking! I talked a friend into a ride last night just around the bike trails in the neighborhoods but to say that wasn't a decent substitute for an adrenaline soaked rip around Patapsco is like saying alcohol-free lager isn't a decent substitute for real beer! And my sodding light battery is playing up too, only gave me about an hour last night before lapsing into a faint orange smudge on the trail ahead of me! BUGGER, BUGGER, BUGGER - and that's the polite version, for the uncencored version watch the first three minutes of "Four Weddings and a Funeral"
Well things can only look up - if the weather holds (and it bloody better do) the nightride looks to have a chance of being a classic - light permitting. It will give me a chance to test out the new elbow pads I've finally succombed to buying, scabby elbows are not the most professional look.
Still on the bright side England beat the bloody Frogs to make it into the Rugby World Cup Final. Way hay!
Cheers for now
Dogzbollux
Monday, October 8, 2007
Another one ride week!
This weekend saw us hitting Pa again! This time to visit daughter #1 at college for the Family Fall Festival - on campus to visit your daughter, that'll make ya feel old!! Anyways this meant it was to be another week without a Sunday MTB ride - bummer!
So a lot was invested, emotionally and physically in the mid week night ride. Park N Ride chosen for the launch point and a rather fine Blue Moon Pumpkin Ale chosen for the post-ride libation, looking good so far! More good news when we get there as George and I have company! Todd has returned from his Ohian exile and we have a "guest appearance" by "Hard Ridin' Rodger", gracing us with his presence for his semi-annual night ride. Rodger is all "blood and thunder" and wants to hit pretty much all the unridable trails, I'm already having second thoughts! When he realizes that Todd and me are on SS's he relents somewhat and with a slightly more relaxed agenda we hit the trials.
Well someone must have upset the cycling gods this week!!! It wasn't me honest! Cos the ride was a riot of misfortune and aggravation. First casualty of the cycling gods wrath was Rodger - he didn't even make it onto the trail proper before his light packed up! Ten minutes of fussing later a knackered battery was the diagnosis and so Rodger's semi-annual night ride came toa premature end after 50 yards! the remaining trio scooted down Soapstone then up the Soapstone climb (only the second time I've ever nailed that one - good job!). Then we did the usual route,half way round which Todd's saddle can loose, on the Superhighway rock garden casualty three was your's truly. Being a pathetically slow decender I was trying to "haul ass" to keep with George and Todd. Misjudged a tree, clipped my left handle bar and wit the bars whipped out from my hands I took a graceful dismount over the bars and directly into another tree. Having slid down the tree trunk into a groaning heap my first thought was "thank god I didn't hit that tree with my bad shoulder" second thought was "oh shit I did!" third thought (after some flexing of the shoulder was " so... guess tha's healed up then" - It's all good.
Got my wind back and headed off in search of my compadres (who thoughtfully were waitying for me). At the base of Patarini hill, we hang a left and for the second time in my life (and the first in Todd's) we take on Mission Impossible, as bad if not worse than I remember, I really don't see how this trail can be riden! So that's the challenge for this winter - to get to grips with Mission Impossible - might actually try it in the light!
Quick (ish) ride up House of Pain and were just about to head back when George broke his chain and Todd had a puncture! The consensus was sod this let's get a beer. Bikes were repaired and the quick route home down the power lines was taken - just as well cos before we made it home Todd's light packed up!
Back at the launch site - beers were cracked, instructions were given to lost (and bemused - by the sight of seminaked men in lycra at the Park and Ride at midnight) motorists and the usual bikecentric chat was engaged in. Then it was time to hit the road back to reality. Oh well until next week!
Cheers!
Dogzbollux
So a lot was invested, emotionally and physically in the mid week night ride. Park N Ride chosen for the launch point and a rather fine Blue Moon Pumpkin Ale chosen for the post-ride libation, looking good so far! More good news when we get there as George and I have company! Todd has returned from his Ohian exile and we have a "guest appearance" by "Hard Ridin' Rodger", gracing us with his presence for his semi-annual night ride. Rodger is all "blood and thunder" and wants to hit pretty much all the unridable trails, I'm already having second thoughts! When he realizes that Todd and me are on SS's he relents somewhat and with a slightly more relaxed agenda we hit the trials.
Well someone must have upset the cycling gods this week!!! It wasn't me honest! Cos the ride was a riot of misfortune and aggravation. First casualty of the cycling gods wrath was Rodger - he didn't even make it onto the trail proper before his light packed up! Ten minutes of fussing later a knackered battery was the diagnosis and so Rodger's semi-annual night ride came toa premature end after 50 yards! the remaining trio scooted down Soapstone then up the Soapstone climb (only the second time I've ever nailed that one - good job!). Then we did the usual route,half way round which Todd's saddle can loose, on the Superhighway rock garden casualty three was your's truly. Being a pathetically slow decender I was trying to "haul ass" to keep with George and Todd. Misjudged a tree, clipped my left handle bar and wit the bars whipped out from my hands I took a graceful dismount over the bars and directly into another tree. Having slid down the tree trunk into a groaning heap my first thought was "thank god I didn't hit that tree with my bad shoulder" second thought was "oh shit I did!" third thought (after some flexing of the shoulder was " so... guess tha's healed up then" - It's all good.
Got my wind back and headed off in search of my compadres (who thoughtfully were waitying for me). At the base of Patarini hill, we hang a left and for the second time in my life (and the first in Todd's) we take on Mission Impossible, as bad if not worse than I remember, I really don't see how this trail can be riden! So that's the challenge for this winter - to get to grips with Mission Impossible - might actually try it in the light!
Quick (ish) ride up House of Pain and were just about to head back when George broke his chain and Todd had a puncture! The consensus was sod this let's get a beer. Bikes were repaired and the quick route home down the power lines was taken - just as well cos before we made it home Todd's light packed up!
Back at the launch site - beers were cracked, instructions were given to lost (and bemused - by the sight of seminaked men in lycra at the Park and Ride at midnight) motorists and the usual bikecentric chat was engaged in. Then it was time to hit the road back to reality. Oh well until next week!
Cheers!
Dogzbollux
Tuesday, October 2, 2007
Hectic Times
It's been quite a week! As usual the week kicked off with a night ride, just George and me again (come on guys we could do with some company!). I've been suffereing from a bit of "trail-wander lust" recently, getting bored with trundling round the same old trails. Night riding adds variety and different trail direction/orders spices things up a bit but it was all getting a bit old! Good old George! Adds a new (but familiar) element that made the night ride the blast it should be - speed! He announced he wanted to do the "long route" (ie Belmont, Rockburn park, Ridge and Cascade) twice, once in each direction. Right on!
Hardly an epic ride (approx 7.5 miles each way) but as my faithful light (Nite Hawk Raptor - 10 watts of inexpensive illuminating beauty) only has a burn of just 2 hours (and I'm trying not to burn it completely flat cos its a lead acid battery and they don't like that) the ride was going to need to be at a good pace (for me).
Hit the trails clockwise first cos that's the hardest way, no time for chat tonight, heads down keepin' it movin'. When I slacked off George would push ahead and I'd chase, if George slacked, off I went. Felt bloody great - both of us took on many of the "extra point" obstacles that litter the trail edges. First lap just 55 min - not bad even for a daytime effort. At the entry point, no talking, just turn those bikes around and hit the trals in reverse.
Woo Hoo! Second lap felt a bit move of an effort - LOADS of deer out keeping things interesting. As we entered Cascade my light suddenly dimmed. In an effort to protect mt battery, I turned my bar light off and relied on my $10 EverReady helmet light. This emergency light is just sufficient to ride by on non-technical, well known trails (luckily exactly what Cascade is). The only issue was when George was right behind me - the light from his NiteRider (beautiful light) was so bright that my EverReady light couldn't even cut into the shadow cast by my body in George's light! So I was essentially blind as to what was directly in front of me. I turned on my bar light to give me just enough illuminiation to safety navigate the "loggy section" leading back to Belmont, then flew down the final smooth section in darkness!! Great ride, second lap took just 50 min, wild! Only downer is that this meant my Nite Hawk now has a burn time of less than two hours (as a result of the battery abuse I've given it of late). Maybe it's time for a new light.
Riding Sunday was a no-go (more of that later), so I worked it so I couuld fit in my first ever proper fixie road ride on Saturday. After dropping Child #3 off at a play date I took the opportunity to hit the pavement on my old Peugeot fixie. 25 Miles of heaven and hell, chose a pretty hilly route, Highland Road (MD 216) than Brighton Dam, onto 650 then 97. A straight "out and back" which tested my leg strength at times and my ability to spin crazy fast at others. Max speed 29 mph and average of 16.5 mph =- took it pretty conservatively. A slow flat in my rear tire over the last 3 miles made life exciting (as I had no pump with me - FOOL), meaning I had to stand as much as I could, but I made it back with no apparent damage to wheel or body. Must get out and ride the fixie more often!
Sunday was a "no-rider" as MLW and four of her friends were headed to Pa for an Adventure Race. The Wildlands Challenge Adventure Race was a 27 mile circumnavigation of Blue Marsh Lake in Pa. It involved padding canoes, MTBing, running (sometimes "bungeed" to an MTB) and various "challenges" (mainly crawling, dragging and carrying stuff). The girls did a great job, had a complete blast and canme in third ladies team (in 5 and 1/2 hours)! Awesome job! George and I went along to act as crew and enjoyed a relaxing day eating PB&J sandwiches, cookies and occasionally transfering bikes and other equipment between transition stations. The atmosphere was generally relaxed (everyone happily chatting away exchanging tips, experiences and stories) and everyone seemed to have a great time. Girls are psyched about the whole adventure race scene so I guess my "crewing" skills may become more developed over the next year or so - there was even talk of attempting a 24 h race!
Hardly an epic ride (approx 7.5 miles each way) but as my faithful light (Nite Hawk Raptor - 10 watts of inexpensive illuminating beauty) only has a burn of just 2 hours (and I'm trying not to burn it completely flat cos its a lead acid battery and they don't like that) the ride was going to need to be at a good pace (for me).
Hit the trails clockwise first cos that's the hardest way, no time for chat tonight, heads down keepin' it movin'. When I slacked off George would push ahead and I'd chase, if George slacked, off I went. Felt bloody great - both of us took on many of the "extra point" obstacles that litter the trail edges. First lap just 55 min - not bad even for a daytime effort. At the entry point, no talking, just turn those bikes around and hit the trals in reverse.
Woo Hoo! Second lap felt a bit move of an effort - LOADS of deer out keeping things interesting. As we entered Cascade my light suddenly dimmed. In an effort to protect mt battery, I turned my bar light off and relied on my $10 EverReady helmet light. This emergency light is just sufficient to ride by on non-technical, well known trails (luckily exactly what Cascade is). The only issue was when George was right behind me - the light from his NiteRider (beautiful light) was so bright that my EverReady light couldn't even cut into the shadow cast by my body in George's light! So I was essentially blind as to what was directly in front of me. I turned on my bar light to give me just enough illuminiation to safety navigate the "loggy section" leading back to Belmont, then flew down the final smooth section in darkness!! Great ride, second lap took just 50 min, wild! Only downer is that this meant my Nite Hawk now has a burn time of less than two hours (as a result of the battery abuse I've given it of late). Maybe it's time for a new light.
Riding Sunday was a no-go (more of that later), so I worked it so I couuld fit in my first ever proper fixie road ride on Saturday. After dropping Child #3 off at a play date I took the opportunity to hit the pavement on my old Peugeot fixie. 25 Miles of heaven and hell, chose a pretty hilly route, Highland Road (MD 216) than Brighton Dam, onto 650 then 97. A straight "out and back" which tested my leg strength at times and my ability to spin crazy fast at others. Max speed 29 mph and average of 16.5 mph =- took it pretty conservatively. A slow flat in my rear tire over the last 3 miles made life exciting (as I had no pump with me - FOOL), meaning I had to stand as much as I could, but I made it back with no apparent damage to wheel or body. Must get out and ride the fixie more often!
Sunday was a "no-rider" as MLW and four of her friends were headed to Pa for an Adventure Race. The Wildlands Challenge Adventure Race was a 27 mile circumnavigation of Blue Marsh Lake in Pa. It involved padding canoes, MTBing, running (sometimes "bungeed" to an MTB) and various "challenges" (mainly crawling, dragging and carrying stuff). The girls did a great job, had a complete blast and canme in third ladies team (in 5 and 1/2 hours)! Awesome job! George and I went along to act as crew and enjoyed a relaxing day eating PB&J sandwiches, cookies and occasionally transfering bikes and other equipment between transition stations. The atmosphere was generally relaxed (everyone happily chatting away exchanging tips, experiences and stories) and everyone seemed to have a great time. Girls are psyched about the whole adventure race scene so I guess my "crewing" skills may become more developed over the next year or so - there was even talk of attempting a 24 h race!
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