Tag: athletics

8 Reasons Cyclists over 50 Years of Age Suck

Don't Shoot The Messenger I'm going out on a limb here, but I'm guessing that the reason you're reading this is that... You want to pick a fight. You're a 50+ StravaStud and you want me to retract my statement or meet you for a KOM challenge. You're over 50, you're not the Top Dawg … Continue reading 8 Reasons Cyclists over 50 Years of Age Suck

Reviewing my NEW Garmin Edge 1000

Time For A Change This little computer, or something comparable, is all I've ever used for 30 years. I've never needed the bells & whistles; less is more. But after my experience at Rockabilly Gran Prix road race, I knew it was time for a change. I needed to track heart rate, routes, climbs, efforts... … Continue reading Reviewing my NEW Garmin Edge 1000

Road Race: Lessons in Humility

On June 17th, I competed in the Rockabilly Gran Prix road race: (2) laps around an 11 mile course. How'd I do? Well, I'll cut to the chase: I got my butt kicked by everyone, including an older rider, and then Mother Nature finished me off. There you have it! Thanks for reading! I could … Continue reading Road Race: Lessons in Humility

TOSRV56: The Perfect Ride…Kinda (Pt. 1)

Friday: Pre-ride TOSRV is a unique ride. It has more of a hippie vibe than that of a traditional event or Gran Fondo. Case in point is the start time. There isn't one. You go when you want and finish when you finish. "Groovy, baby!" Typical to our TOSRV modus operandi, Russ and I planned on rolling Saturday … Continue reading TOSRV56: The Perfect Ride…Kinda (Pt. 1)

“Give up, Grampy!”

This morning was my last ride before TOSRV. Since it needed to be a moderate workout, I didn't ride with my Rogue Racing cronies. Instead, I went with Rick on a 21 mile route. Once we got over the big climb, we settled into the gentle rollers of Wilson Pike and I spy the blinking red light of a cyclist. "Rabbit," I think to myself. "I like chasing rabbits." … Continue reading “Give up, Grampy!”

Wonders Never Cease

As a cyclist, most of my interactions with drivers are not pleasant. Sometimes I'm to blame. Most of the time I'm not. And typically, gestures are exchanged, expletives are shouted, tempers flare, and I thank God (literally) that I survived another idiot not paying attention, or worse, trying to prove a point. This morning, I had another … Continue reading Wonders Never Cease