Race Day Jersey

It's not always easy to decide which jersey to wear on race day. It would be cool to have something like this:

The Grasshopper Becomes The Master

There is a new sprinter in town. The grasshopper has become the master. It must be the socks.

Dave and I did the Alpine Loop from the Sundance side for a lunch ride. Once at the top, we decided to add some extra miles by dropping the north side and then riding back into work along the canyon road. Dropping the north side meant there would be a sprint at the guard station. Dave knew it. I knew it. This time Dave got the jump on me and I couldn't close the gap.

I must be getting old.

The Compliment

Saturday evening, we meet up with some friends for a BBQ pool party. The kids swam and played in the water while the adults sat around and ate hot dogs and cheese burgers. Good times for sure. But after an hour or so of sitting around, Jamie demanded that all the kids line up on the side of the pool while the Dads took turns jumping off the diving board so we could splash the kids.

My turn to jump.

After a few heckles about my tan line I put together a solid jump with a violent "can opener" move for maximum splash effect.

As I emerged from the water, I heard a bunch of snickering and laughing. Apparently, Sam compared my splash to the kind of tiny splashes the Chinese divers make during competition.

As a cyclist with Leadville only a few weeks away, I'll take that as a compliment.

Scars- The Cyclists Tattoo

Scars are just as cool as tattoos. And if you mountain bike (especially at night), chances are you have your share of natural tattoos.

I got another tattoo last night during the Glenwild ride:



I call it "Flying Dog" not because it looks like a dog with wings but because that is the name of the trail that gave it to me. (By the way, the name of that trail needs to be called "Flying Porcupines". Seriously, we saw 5 porcupines last night).

Of the 8 riders, 5 of us had nasty crashes. The trail was angry last night.

After my crash I sat there and thought....Well, that's just great. Now I have to take a shower before I go to bed. Rachelle would freak if the sheets had dirt AND blood on them when she woke up.

Sock Update

Socks have arrived.  I'll be shipping them out this week.  If you still want to order some, you can do that here

I Hope I'm Fast Enough To Pull This Off

My Niner, as we speak, is being outfitted with a new metallic blue EBB (it's the only color they had besides red) and a single speed specific gold chain (again the only color). I'm also putting on some new Race King tires (2.2).

When Ryan at the shop busted out the gold chain, I admit. I had to stare at it for a few minutes. After which I replied:

"I'm not sure I'm fast enough to rock a gold chain"

To which Ryan replied:

"Come on. Gold is what all the rappers wear. Haven't you seen those teeth things they have?"

"Slap that bad boy on" I said. Maybe it will force me to be faster.

I can't wait to show up at the next group ride with my tricked out bike. Now I just need to find one of those handle bars made from a chain. Anyone know where I could find one?

Solitude ICUP Results

Soooo.....not a great race for me. This time I have no mechanicals for excuses. But I can now say that a 32x19 gear ratio was a bad choice. Those climbs are 3x harder at race pace. I stand by my claim of Solitude dishing out the hardest course on the ICUP circuit. I knew I was in trouble when I saw brad with a 34x22 before the race.

Somewhere during the downhill section on lap one, I lost my only water bottle which was filled with CarboRocket. That's a bad feeling when you look down to grab a drink and you see nothing there. With the heat and brutal climbs, I knew I was in deep trouble. Whenever I would see a group on the side of the course, I would beg for a bottle but nobody had anything to spare.

I've never been so tempted to take one of the bottles placed on the chairs near the bottom of the laps. (you know, the ones set up by riders without a support crew) But I resisted and pushed on.

On the downhill of lap 2, apparently I decided to lay down in some deep sand and take a power nap. I'm not sure how long I was in the dirt but judging by my face in the picture, It must have been a few minutes.

(click for full image. Photo taken by Brad)

Oh, and I think I may have used my face to dig for water. No luck. I would continue on the rest of lap 2 and most of lap 3 without water begging spectators every time I would see one. At one point, I borrowed a few sips from a fellow rider but the damage was done.

I knew it was a matter of time before my system would shut down and it happened on the climb on lap 3. My mouth was dry and my pace dropped significantly. At the top of the climb, I begged for water again from a lady with a camera. She managed to run over to her bag and hand me a bottle with Bob S's. name on it. (Sorry Bob. She said it was an extra). That saved my life but it was too late. I worked my way down the last lap (no more naps) and ended up taking 4th.

Rachelle and kids came up to watch and cheer. So cool when you can hear people yelling your name. It helps a lot.

I'm glad this one is over with. I was worried about it all week.