Tag: RogueRacingCycling

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

Pre-Race Rant

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

My First Race

"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

“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!”

Recovery Ride: “Easy Like Sunday Morning.”

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.”

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