Smooth, fluid pedal strokes propelled him uphill with the grace of a gazelle.
Balancing Act Riding with cyclists who are much faster & stronger than me has balanced my ego. On days I feel inadequate I'm reminded of how far I've come in getting stronger, and when I stray too far toward bravado, I note who I'm riding with and the pain they could dial-up! Have I improved? Absolutely. Even … Continue reading Senior Olympic Training Update
I've heard cyclists chant this as the #1 reason to shave and, until recently, I filed their mantra under the "Biker Bullshit" category. However, research shows shaved legs are more aerodynamic.
Well, wonders never cease. I got my first Strava KOM! Take a look... Show Off? Yeah, sure, I'm proud of the accomplishment but it's not why I ride, or try to get faster, or even track myself on Strava. So why am I posting this KOM? To flaunt it? No. To brag? Not really. To … Continue reading I Am KOM!
Quick blurb about riding at metric at 59-years of age.
Out With The Old I purchased my first winter jacket some 30 years ago, and since it still worked like a champ, I've used it ever since. At club rides, I stood out like a sore thumb which sparked a teasing frenzy from my younger compadres... "Nice jacket, old man! When are you going to join … Continue reading Cold Weather Cycling: Jacket
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
This Saturday, I'm doing my first road race at the Rockabilly Gran Prix. The kicker, at least for this 58 year-old, is that at 1PM when the lowly Cat 5's roll, it'll be 95°. UGH! I'm psyching myself up for it, and have done what I can to get acclimatized, but the heat really gets me. … Continue reading Pre-Race Rant
"Making Diamonds" Years ago, when I was about to perform for the first time on the Grand Ole Opry, an older musician sauntered over to me and said: "You're making diamonds, aren't 'ya?" "Making diamonds?" "Yeah. You're so nervous, if I put a piece of charcoal between your butt cheeks, you'd squeeze so hard you'd … Continue reading My First Race