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
I love coaching! I'm still in the discovery phase as the USA Cycling Coach for the Middle TN JDRF Chapter, but I enjoy all the hats I wear: Cycling expert (tons still to learn!) Ride organizer. Ride leader & route creator. Encourager. Fundraiser. Social Media Guru. But the #1 reason I love what I'm doing … Continue reading They Call Me Coach
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
"I always tell folks that TOSRV doesn't really start until mile 175."
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