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  1. 15 points
    So I threw some darts at the map and decided to ride in Central NY. I dug around on ridewithgps and mapmyride and found a ride I liked. The ride metrics said the average grades were around 1.3 - 4.3% and I thought 'No worries, I can handle that.' Well, permit me to say 1.3 - 4.3% my a--, I mean, foot! The ride started pleasantly enough, mostly flat. I found this little waterfall making its 'water music' just off the route Then the climbing started. This is at the top of the first climb. You let me know if it looks like 4%, because the bottom of this climb actually maxed at 13%. Nice view at the top, though! In the distance is the city of Utica. The route took a sharp turn halfway down the hill, apparently to start another climb. In the middle of this climb I heard 'Sprwong!' and knew I'd busted a rear spoke. I rode to the top of the hill and confirmed the suspicion. I adjusted the spokes either side of the busted one to semi-straighten the wheel, taped off the loose spoke with some electrical tape, and then proceeded to go down the longest steepest descent on the route. I topped out at 47.5 mph. I think I could have exceeded 50 but I was a bit nervous about the rear wheel and feathered the brakes a bit on the way down. At the bottom was a neat little building which used to be located at a nearby sulfur springs. Apparently these folks relocated it and are now using it for a shed. Partway down another descent I saw these falls Not a large drop, but it was shady. The water falling over the rocks reminded me I'd had a very busy summer so far and I was right to take this day to ride - even if only to spend just a few minutes here absorbing the tranquility and timelessness of these falls. And - bonus! - just a short way along the routes was this set of falls. I don't know what happened, but somehow I missed the last drop of these falls in the photo. Local hops... Another of those 1.3 - 4.3% climbs The route passed by Chittenango Falls too! Unfortunately for me I had my road shoes on so going down the staircase to the base of the falls and ascending them was out of the question. Even so, I really enjoyed being here for a while. I took a seat in the shade and listened to the water... After the Falls you guessed it! Another climb! At this point my mind had gone numb I was getting used to the climbs , so it really wasn't all that bad. Plus, another spectacular view at the top. My camera wasn't good enough to show the detail but this view includes Oneida Lake and a bit of Lake Ontario. I climbed a 'little' more, again to a pretty nice view After this the route was virtually all downhill! This was a neat building, formerly a church but now a wedding/banquet house Ok, I groused a bit about the elevation but I really did enjoy this ride. I admit, I was s-l-o-w on the climbs but I didn't walk any and I didn't stop on any either. Final numbers 62.5 miles, 4075 elevation, 12.6 mph avg. And the rear wheel held up for me to make it back to the start. After the ride, I found this local restaurant and decided to treat myself to a late lunch. I had some smoked ribs, potato-and-sweet-potato salad, cole slaw, ginger beer, and pie with real whipped cream on top! The food was the best! It's funny, I was rather tired after the ride and can't remember the name of the place, but I'm pretty sure it was called Gus' Diner. I do know I could find it if I'm ever out that way again.
  2. 15 points
    Dirtyhip

    You guys will be proud of me

    This weekend, I cleared Momma Bear jump. It is a 5 foot structure to flat, and the lander is about 3 feet from there. My husband says it approx 12 feet of distance lip to lander. So, I was heading into it, following my man. He was pacing for me to just follow. As we are riding down to it, I was talking to myself about how it is easy, how I had done it in 2015. Mind games work. Although, telling yourself not to hit the brakes is the hardest part. As I neared the ramp, it looked way steeper than I remembered. I kept my speed and trajectory with my k. Entering the ramp I wished I hadn't scrubbed so much speed. I rode upon the platform. It was way up in the air. I could see the lander below. It felt high. Focus. I gave a spin of the pedal and rolled off the lip. Time slowed down. I am in the air for what seems like a longer time than usual. Butus lands nose heavy. I felt out of control for a brief second. It no doubt looked sloppy. I thought i was gonna crash when i touched down. I did not crash. One black run, lots of PRs, and a go at Momma Bear.
  3. 14 points
    I do appreciate you guys and all the laughs you give me.
  4. 13 points
    Randomguy

    RO and the first dog she walked

    She was very excited to do it when it was suggested. The dog wondered wth was going on for most of the short walk, then saw another dog and took off, jerking RO briefly airborne. Even still, RO was happy about walking her first dog.
  5. 12 points
    Further

    Rode the rail trail today.

    About 24 miles on the GAP. I was hurting at the end, got to spend more time in the saddle.
  6. 12 points
    TrentonMakes

    Today's ride

    Photos will be forthcoming but I'm too lazy right now. I put the bike on the car and drove about 30 miles upriver to Frenchtown, so I could explore some roads to the north. In Phillipsburg, NJ the front tire went flat. First flat on these Gatorskins - instantly I remembered the problems I had getting them mounted. Thankfully I had a pretty easy time - I doubt I was stopped for more than 15 minutes. [sigh of relief] I briefly crossed the river to Easton and rode up the hill to Lafayette College - nice place. Many years ago for work I had to do parking counts there and I ended up doing it on the bike - so these were some of the only roads on the route that I'd ridden before. The real goal of this ride was to try "Fiddler's Elbow Road" which showed up on some lists of the toughest climbs in the state. It climbs about 540 feet over 8/10 mile. I was humbled, my friends. No no, more like - I got my ass handed to me, my friends. I had to stop three times - and then I got to the really steep part, which supposedly exceeds 20% and I believe it. I must confess I walked a little bit of this climb and even that hurt. I simply couldn't get enough momentum to clip in and get going. I don't remember the last time I had to walk a hill, and this might have been the first time since I got back on the bike three years ago. Around mile 50 I developed a craving for a slice of pizza and a coke - and I ended up riding around a town for five miles looking for a place. Around here if you're in town you can't spit without hitting a pizza shop but this wasn't Trenton, I guess. I rolled back to the car, exhausted, with 69 miles (almost a record) and 4,500 climbing feet (1200 feet more than my previous best). Happy happy.
  7. 12 points
    Wilbur

    So there I was.. a cycling story.

    My normal road ride started the same direction every day and that took me out to the country and up to the top of the Niagara escarpment. The road I take is a hilly side road that has a couple of switchbacks. Once on top of the escarpment, you can run a long way along quiet country roads and scenic farms so it really is, cycling perfection. Except for this one guy right at the top of the climb... a guy who would become my nemesis. This guy, a mid sixties aged RC car fan would run his cars up and down an already narrow road and would buzz you as you road by. Not a big deal going up hill but coming back down at 60-70 km/hr, it could get in the way. Over time, I kind of got used to him being there and anticipated his stupidity. Every now and then I would make a comment like "Really man?" "Do we have to do this every day?" He would smile in a sinister sort of way and make a comment like "You aren't that fast" or something. Even now and then his wife would be gardening, see his silliness and tell him to leave the cyclists alone. As the summer progressed, the guy got ballsier with this thing and would race you down hill sometimes getting within a couple feet of me. This was getting annoying so one day, I slowed, turned around and rode back up the hill to talk to him. I may have sounded a little confrontational in tone but, he had it coming and I was pissed. I asked him what he was hoping to achieve other than take down a cyclist and his response was "Just having' fun man, ride faster if you don't like it". I decide that I am getting nowhere with his thought so tell him nicely to keep it away from me when I am riding. He suggests I take another route if I don't like it. I rode home a little angered but vowing not to let a childish idiot ruin an otherwise perfect ride. About a month later, and a month without seeing him, I came down the hill and rounding the corner by his house, the obnoxious smoking 4x4 contraption comes tearing out his driveway chasing me. This thing was pretty big, fast and loud. I take a quick glance back to see this maniacal smiling idiot at the controls and he has upped his game. And budget for toys obviously. Now, not only is he chasing me, but taunting me as I ride faster to escape this thing. He is pacing me just to my left and keeps getting closer and closer. As I get further down the road he starts zig zagging back and forth just in front of my front wheel. Then suddenly, he slowed to turn the contraption around. I don't know what his intent was but I had slowed to survival speed just in case he hit me with it. As I approached, the car shot just in front of me and got stuck under my front tire as I stopped. I was thinking how I would resolve this. I was leaning towards a bloody beating but my carbon fibre four inch mini pump wasn't going to cut it. For some reason, I got off the bike while holding enough pressure on the trapped smoking and screaming car/truck menace. I picked it up as the owner started to run down the road toward me. I tucked it under one arm and rode off. The wheels were spinning and the guy was yelling for about a quarter mile. Once I got around two switchbacks and out of sight, I came across a farm whose drainage pond came up to the fence line. I casually tossed it over the fence into the bullrushes that surrounded the pond and happily rode away, smiling a sinister smile like the Grinch when he stole Christmas Day.
  8. 11 points
    Square Wheels

    The poor woman

    10 years ago today, she had no idea what she was getting herself in to.
  9. 11 points
    Zealot

    Bike Talk

    Last year fir Petite's great adventure, I located an old Trek 800, (very similar to the first mtn bike I ever owned and learned a lot about mtb on)that was in bad repair, but salvagable, and I built it up to tour. It worked very well. Anyway, I've recently had some nostalgia and a desire to do some old school rigid mtb. So i took a few days and rebuilt the bike to technical singletrack worthiness and took her out on my regular trail. It rode like a dream and climbed better than my other rigs. Can hold a line almost worth of trials riding. This is at a small juncture about 100 yards from the most technical climb: Complete with old bull horn bar ends and canti brakes! Very much the replica of first Trek. Anyway, was so much fun, I keep taking it out. Going to put the rims from the Mongoose on this bike. And just bought these to put on the Goose: This is my contribution to SW bike talk day.
  10. 11 points
    When I was just a little tadpole, we'd go up to the Catskills in the summer. We were city kids who didn't spend a lot of time outdoors, although we'd hang out in the neighborhood park a bunch. But when the summer came, we'd go up to the mountains and finally have a chance to ride bikes, and hike up the road to go play in the sttreams. It made me feel very free and adventurous. One summer I got ambitious and decided i wanted to ride my bike to the next town over. We didn't have a car with us in the country, so you were stuck in your little town until my Dad drove up on the weekends. Going to North Branch was a wild adventure! I felt very excited. My mom agreed to come with me because she probably didn't want her dopey city girl riding alone. Google maps tells me it's only about 5 miles each way, but at the time it seemed like a huge distance (especially on our old hand me down bikes). When we got to North Branch, we went to the General Store and got ice cream treats. Then we rode our bikes down the path to the abandoned church building and explored while we had our ice cream. I felt very accomplished and proud. At the time I enjoyed the adventure, but as I grew older, I appreciated my Mom doing this when I assume it's the last thing in the world she probably wanted to do since I never saw her biking anywhere else. That made me feel very loved, sort of like the formerly unfortunate and not spring green pink tumblers. Years later I was on vacation and saw a framed print of an abandoned church at the end of the overgrown path. it reminded me of my great bike ride, and that print is the only picture that I've carried with me through a number of moves. It hangs in my bedroom right now, and when I pass it each morning it makes me smile. The End
  11. 10 points
    groupw

    Update on my daughter.

    It has been 4 weeks since my last trip down to help EDoW get to her cancer treatments, run errands, help around the house, etc. the difference in her demeanor was night and day. While she still gets tired easily, her color is back and she is doing more about the house and looks forward to getting out of the house now! We all went out for dinner Thursday night. That was her first evening out in about 6-8 weeks. This was her first week of internal radiation. Which for cervical is just what you don't want to imagine. Imagine getting a sunburn inside! The good news is the main tumor is shrinking quite nicely. The lymph nodes are still needing a boost so they will add some targeted external radiation on them. This week, the nurses complimented her on her composure. There is another patient having the same treatment, about the same age. She is not dealing with it so well. They asked EDoW if they could give the other woman her number to be a strong shoulder. She has a blog of her journey at caringbridge.org. PM me and I will give her name there if you would like to read it. Entertaining but totally unfiltered!
  12. 10 points
    Further

    I'll like who I want

    At the end of the day the like totals fall where they may. I enjoy getting a 'like', somebody enjoyed what I had to say, it's like a pat on the back, or a smile and a nod. I'm sure every body likes being liked. But it ain't a competition. Visit the forum, smile a bit, pass out a few 'likes'. Post your thoughts, get a few 'likes'. Help me make it through the night.
  13. 10 points
    F_in Ray Of Sunshine

    8-13 miles

    Did this: Took these: @Kirby, here’s the little church I was talking about: Pan-o-Rama from the start of a descent: A waterfall for TK - too bad he wasn’t here to take a better shot of the upper half. ....and another: Came home, ate ribs, drank beer, had pie. Life is good.
  14. 10 points
    Wilbur

    So there I was...Finale

    On my escape with the RC machine, my hands were full and I had only been feathering the rear brake on the way down the escarpment. After discarding the now silent WMD, I set off for the most fun part of the ride. A set of rollers with a significant downhill grade. Pedal like I was shedding pent up anger and get a little air off one of the crests. As I approached an intersection I touch the brakes only to hear the annoying sound of a deeply scratched 33. My heart sank. These were brand new custom wheels and new tires that idiot had just attacked me with. Being the front wheel, I figured it was worth reaching down to feel the tire and rim. Damn! Yep, a slight bulge and a sharp spot on the rim. I get off, have a look and there was a small chunk of missing sidewall. I rode home at a reduced speed just in case. My anger was growing by the minute but when I got home I showered up and had a cup of tea. Then I got a bit of a rage wave and went up to talk to the offending dude. I drove up in my truck and approached his wife who was tending her flower garden. She really kept a spectacular garden and had an astounding view of the lake and Toronto skyline in the distance. I asked if her husband was around and she said yes, but he was napping after taking his medications. I explained who I was and why I was there which was really to rip a strip off him but I didn't say that. The lady invited me up to her back deck and offered tea and some fresh apple pie. I was losing my angry edge. She was a really delightful woman who couldn't stop apologizing about the damage to my wheel and couldn't stop laughing at my taking and disposing of her husbands toy. She said it was about time someone reacted in a non violent manner. I had the thoughts but didn't action them. There is a difference. Apparently a number of cyclists have threatened him and yelled obscenities as they were harassed. After our 20 minute talk, the maniacal RC operator awoke and joined us on the deck. It was then I noticed a slight slur to his words and a telling droop on his face. He was really happy to meet someone new but looked a little shocked when his wife explained who I was. I was starting to feel bad. His wife explained his slurring of words. Apparently the fellow had had a significant stroke and RC cars were just something he used for therapy. ( OMG I AM AN ASSHOLE!) How could I have done this to the guy? He quickly and sincerely apologized and claimed not to have known his habit was endangering people. Now I had to come clean with the location of his toy. I told him I tossed it in a pond not far away. I drove him down the road in my truck and showed him where it went in. We then drove to the farmer house and explained the predicament. The farmer sent his grandson down to the pond on a little 4x4 to have a look. About 30 minutes later the kid came back with he RC toy in arms. He couldn't stop drooling over it having recovered it from the bullrushes. My now friend and stroke victim came alive talking to the boy about it and asked if he would come up to his house. Off we go again, now a crew of four in the truck as Grandpa came along too. The former operator of this smoking menace was now the nicest guy I had met in a long time. He went into the garage and came out smiling and gave the boy the radio for the car. "You take it and be responsible with it" he says. ""I hope you will be more responsible than me". I dropped grandpa and the new RC car owner back at the farm and went away feeling pretty good. Gord, (the stroke victim) and Mary, his delightful wife remained friends and I would often drop n on them while on rides. Gord still ran the cars up and down the road but was more mindful of us cyclists. He passed away four years ago and Mary moved to Victoria to live with her kids. She still sends Christmas cards and we still chuckle at how we met.
  15. 9 points
    Parr8hed

    Little League World Series

    Floyds Knobs Indiana. It's about 2 minutes from the lovely city of Greenville where I live. The girls softball 12U all stars won state, regionals, and are now playing in Oregon in the World Series! Most of them play for the same travel program that my daughter used to play for. They are all same grade as my son and go to the same school. A couple of them live in my subdivision. They went 3-1 in pool play, getting the number 2 seed. They played their first bracket game last night on ESPN live and won over the Czech Republic 8-0 with their pitcher throwing a no hitter! I mean really, how cool is this? They are playing on ESPN 2 tonight at 9:00EST. Tune in and watch!
  16. 9 points
    Zackny

    8-13 miles

    26.2 with a bit of climbing. Not sure if you can tell from the photo but we started in the valley. It was 2 miles at around 7% to where I took the picture. After that was 4 miles at 3-4%.
  17. 9 points
    bikeman564™

    8/12 miles and such

    148 miles. One day ride across Michigan. Included 2 deluges, thunder and lightning. And bbq and beer at the end. Loved riding it with bike club Chick. We're in Bay City Michigan for the night. Now more beer and hot at the holiday
  18. 9 points
    smudge

    8/12 miles and such

    I rode a bike!! Put flat pedals on the Roubaix. At first I rode like a peg leg pirate; I couldn't make a full pedal stroke. After a couple miles the knee started loosening up, and I could pedal with both legs. It wasn't pretty, but I was pedaling! I think about 11 miles. @Randomguy was right; the brace kept catching on the bike. But I worked around it. Good times! And now I'm on the couch with ice on my knee.
  19. 9 points
    Upon hearing that her elderly grandfather had just passed away, Katie went straight to her grandparent's house to visit her 95 year-old grandmother and comfort her. When she asked how her grandfather had died, her grandmother replied, "He had a heart attack while we were making love on Sunday morning." Horrified, Katie told her grandmother that 2 people nearly 100 years old having sex would surely be asking for trouble. "Oh no, my dear," replied granny. "Many years ago, realizing our advanced age, we figured out the best time to do it was when the church bells would start to ring. It was just the right rhythm. Nice and slow and even. Nothing too strenuous, simply in on the Ding and out on the Dong. " She paused to wipe away a tear, and continued, "He'd still be alive if the ice cream truck hadn't come along."
  20. 8 points
  21. 8 points
    What's not to like, they have similar hair doos!!
  22. 8 points
    Further

    TIM

    Have been wanting a small table with a heat resistant top to put by the grill. Today I made my own.
  23. 8 points
    Post away. This is Emily. My all original stock 1976 Raleigh Sports I bought in 2006, I think. I will have to get a pic of Mary our Trek 520 Xtracycle later.
  24. 7 points
    I have some common sense, and a survival gene, But, I refuse to be a slave to them. Wanted to get on the bike, thought about the rail trail, thought about the road, little traffic in the middle of a work day. The trail called out the loudest. It's not that tough a trail, and it's not way out in the middle of nowhere, crash bad and probably be found by sundown. So I put in about half an hour on the Mt. bike. Doesn't sound like much but one hamstring was making all the signs of a major cramp on the way back to the car.
  25. 7 points
    So, circa 1997, I'm waiting in the D Concourse of the ATL waiting to to take my Embraer puddle jumper back to GTR. GTR was only serviced by the Delta Connection at the time, so if you died, you either had to fly DC to Dallas or ATL before you could connect to heaven or hell. It was the last flight of the day, ~9:30 PM and really, only the die hards booked it, because if there was any SNAFU (and there usually was due to weather, mechanicals, crew time, solar spots and/or pilot flatulence) you were stuck in the ATL at a flea bag hotel for another night. I got to the gate early, checked in & was fiddling with my computer, prolly writing self-running macros on XL for our semi-automated customer inventory control project or sumsuch. A group of three guys walks up to the gate, an older gentleman, a nondescript guy, and a guy that I'm sure I have met before Mental roladex says "Steve", no last name, no company, no context. Now, I met a lot of people in that job, from chemical handlers & unloaders to pulp mill managers & VPs. I think it's a guy I've met one-off time in a big meeting. "Steve" meanders back down the concourse & the other two sit down. The older guy has a small pine tree lapel pin (re-enforcing my pulp mill connection). My computer was on, so I opened Lotus Organizer & searched for "Steve". Three entries, none of them this guy. "Steve" wanders back with a soft drink and sits two seats away from me. It takes about 5 minutes to screw up my courage and swallow my pride. I lean over and say, "Hi, I'm 2Far, I think we've met, and I'm sorry, but for the life of me, I cannot remember your name." Guy shakes my hand, "Nice to meet you 2Far. I'm Steve, Steve Forbes." (Ha, I knew it was Steve!) but a blank on the rest of the info. Mental roladex sounds like a Thompson sub-machine gun. Nothing. "And What company are you with?" SF: "Forbes Magazine" Oooooh, that Steve Forbes. Billionaire. Publisher. Former Presidential Candidate. ((Help me out of my shoooooooooooooe)) He was very gracious, It was after his '96 run. I asked if he was going to do it again, and he said he was going to wait until after the '98 mid-term elections to decide. He was on his way to MSU to give a talk. Nice convo. I sat next to the older guy on the flight and expressed surprise that SF was flying on a puddle jumper to GTR. The guy said he goes by helicopter in the NE but flies commercial a lot to the rest of the country.
  26. 7 points
    There was a Christian Rock band playing on the water stage, the acoustics are amazing at the lake, I enjoyed their music for much of my walk. And a few random pic's.
  27. 7 points
    Old#7

    8-13 miles

    I needed 67 miles to reach 3,000 for the year, so that was my goal today. Mike and Daniel texted me last night to see if I could ride at 6:00 am. Mike had to be back by 8:30 so we were somewhat limited. We rode to DC with the goal of riding a few laps around Haines Point. Yesterday's rain caused some flooding so Haines Point was closed. Finished the morning ride with 36 miles. Ambrosia just got her first road bike and wanted to ride. We did a short 6.5 miles. After she left I headed west on the W&OD and picked up 26 miles. 68.28 miles, 4:07, 16.56 avg with 1,121 feet climbed. 3,001.23 for the year.
  28. 7 points
    Further

    My first bicycle up grade

    My first bike was a 20 inch no name tank. Balloon tires, fenders, chain guard, weighted a ton and a half, I remember it as being brown in color, with brush strokes showing. My mom didn't have a lot of money and she had bought what she could afford from the bicycle guy down the street. I loved that bike. Put countless hours on it, probably not a lot of miles, but a lot of time, owned it for at least two years. Then one day....a STINGRAY showed up in the line of used bikes at the bike guy down the street. It wasn't a real Stingray, but it had a banana seat and ape hanger bars. I had to have it. Negotiations were held. He (Mr. Brown, just remembered) would sell my bike for 10 or so dollars, and I would have to come up with another 10 or so dollars. I said OK. My old brown bike went in the line up, and I started counting pennies. I was probably about 8, maybe 9 years old, not old enough to mow lawns, my big money maker was floor scrubbing. Made 50 cents a kitchen. I pestered all the ladies in the neighborhood, pointing out spilled soup and cat poop that needed cleaned up. Finally I had my share. Now it was a waiting game. Soon as old brown bike sold, I would have my new to me STINGRAY. Shortly after supper one night the phone rang, it was Mr. Brown telling me that 'Old Brown' had sold. I was down the street with my money in hand before the phone had quit rocking on the holder. Man I was hot shit on my new to me STINGRAY. 5
  29. 6 points
    Wilbur

    Should I do a nice thing?

    When I was contracting out of Edmonton a few years ago, I bought an entry level Trek MTB to ride through local trails. At the end of the contract, I brought it back to Toronto where it hangs in the garage untouched. Should I give it to a neighbourhood kid? He is a good boy whose parents can't afford a bike for him. He is a tall kid and very athletic. The bike is an XL so fit won't be an issue. I just think he will destroy it in no time..
  30. 6 points
    Longjohn

    Look out Kona

    I was accompanying my friend Amy on her open water swim today and when she was done I asked her if she dropped her pro license so she could do Ironman Kentucky again. She said no she dropped it so she could win the world championship Ironman at Kona. I think she can do it too🏊.
  31. 6 points
    No. He seems to be smiling a lot. Lets let him be happy!
  32. 6 points
    Old#7

    8-13 miles

    Now you can put one of those 26.2 oval stickers on your car! Good job.
  33. 6 points
  34. 6 points
    Sky is my bro in law's dog. She is the sweetest mutt on earth, till water starts spraying, then she is on the attack
  35. 6 points
    Further

    On the first day of my vacation

    I got (almost) caught up on household chores, and grilled corn & hamburgers. Am now enjoying a beer and watching motocross from Unidilla N.Y. This is better than work.
  36. 6 points
    MickinMD

    In Fort Lauderdale

    saw lots of iguanas and raccoons today, they're everywhere. 90F+ &muggy. hotel pool temp even hotter board ship in Miami tomorrow (Sun).
  37. 6 points
    I was curious about being imaginary, so I stuck a fork in my thigh. The scream sounded real,and the blood looks real, I'm pretty sure we're real friends.
  38. 6 points
    jsharr

    Wade cooked dinner

    Excellent dinner. He made a steak rub of kosher salt, black pepper,garlic and paprika. Baked potato and grilled corn on the cob. Planned the timing, did the shopping and prep and did all the cooking. Last night we made a cherry and cream cheese dessert bake.
  39. 6 points
    Zealot

    The First Mountain Bike

    Riding at Red Rock in NV in 94 on the Trek 800 after putting a RockShox on it. Broken elbow that never healed correctly.
  40. 6 points
    I was averaging 14.93042 mph and was pretty comfortable riding. I then upgraded my Tiagra valve cap groupo to the carbon fiber Dura Ace caps and my speed increased to 14.93103 mph. To be honest, it is terrifying barreling down the road at that speed. I guess my comfort level is somewhere between 14.93042 mph and 14.93103 mph.
  41. 6 points
  42. 6 points
    I hucked the second metal staircase and sent my shock to bottom. There was no rolling it, this time. Last night, I was the only one that rode that line. We had about ten on the ride. My fellow ride crew was screaming and hooting for me. I do love showing off for a crowd. There was video, but I knocked down my camera on the second jump and it was tilted quite badly from the start. So, it's just a bad angle, people screaming and me cackling. Meh.
  43. 6 points
    parodybot

    I need to rant.

    Here you need this more than I do.
  44. 6 points
    2Far

    I have a small medical dilemma.

    They gone. Did it myself. Used alcohol, on the sutures, too.
  45. 5 points
    Zealot

    New Hoops

    Nothing really special, but I really like them. The Vueltas and Contis get their inaugural ride this afternoon.
  46. 5 points
    Caretaker

    Weekend photos

    I was down the country for a birthday party this weekend Charity cyclists at Stanford's pub in Drumahair Spit-roasting a pig for the cyclists Lifeguard station Rosse's Point Co. Sligo Waiting for the train
  47. 5 points
    I'm gonna eat some worms.... Please, may they be gummy worms?
  48. 5 points
    Airehead

    I just invented dinner

    Clean out the fridge style. Stuffed Peppers Mexican Style Bell peppers stuffed with black beans and tomatoes, diced carrots, Jalepeno peppers, celery,and onions. I also threw in a cup of rice that was left over from last night's stir fry. Topped with enchilada sauce and will sprinkle with a bit of Mexican cheese at the end. They will bake later but it already smells good in here. Now cooking steaks to dice for dog training treats.
  49. 5 points
    Longjohn

    A guy at the trailhead

    As I was unloading my bike yesterday there was only one other person there. He had a Fuji road bike and I nice helmet, I thought maybe he was a cyclist as opposed to the average trail rider that mozies along the trail on their beach cruiser or comfort bike. I walked over to pee in the porta-pot before I started my ride and when I came out he was getting on his bike and starting down the trail wearing a long sleeve sweatshirt and blue jeans. I figured maybe he wasn't a cyclist? I put on my helmet and gloves and stuck my water bottles in the holders and started Strava. By then he was out of sight down the trail in the direction I was headed. I rode for about five minutes and didn't see him. Where did he go? Ok this is a challenge I have to catch him. I finally caught up to him and was going to pass but decided to stay back and see what pace he was going. He was a steady 14 mph. I knew I was doing a longer ride so I just stayed with him for twenty miles. He stopped at the bypass and I stopped and chatted with him. I told him he does really well for an old guy in blue jeans and a sweatshirt. He laughed and said when he got to the trailhead he realized he forgot his riding clothes. I looked at my top speed on Strava last night and I was going 29 mph during the chase. Sometimes I impress myself. The blue jean guy didn't do the bypass, he headed back to Franklin trailhead.
  50. 5 points
    Wilbur

    So there I was.. a cycling story.

    True story btw.
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