When I began cycling back around 1983, I was single, young, and had virtually no responsibilities. I could roll out of bed, throw on some bike clothes and be spinniong down the road in no time flat. Nowadays, it's more like trying to get a diva on stage to perform.
The course was a rolling 1.6-mile loop and the race officials advised us that slower riders would be pulled for safety reasons.
"God," I prayed, "I hope that won't be me!"
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
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
"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
"I always tell folks that TOSRV doesn't really start until mile 175."
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)
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!”
First off, happy Mother's Day to all you moms out there! Hope you're having (or had) a great day. Today was a recovery ride and what a gorgeous day here in TN! Temps are in the 80's, no humidity (rare for us) and no wind. With the nice conditions, I was tempted to pick up the … Continue reading Recovery Ride: “Easy Like Sunday Morning.”
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