At least in the race department.
The rest of the trip was grand. Robin and I enjoyed a beautiful drive on quiet Wisconsin roads as we watched the fall colors creep into the trees with every mile. We had a quiet, cute, and clean hotel room. And we enjoyed two great dinners (and beers) at the Angry Minnow Brewery, the first night with Steve and Cody, and second with the Eppens (Tandem Champions! Again!). And to make things even nicer, the drive home was significantly faster than the drive there.
As for my race . . . well, I can think of three significant changes to make before next year.
First, I will not eat a big greasy breakfast. I knew the race would be long and hard and due to my predisposition towards bonking I felt I should fuel up with things I know I like. Eggs, potatoes, and toast always work well for me, but the Northwoods style breakfast did not sit well. I had some nice burning acid reflux until just after OO. Yuck.
Second, I will wake up even earlier to get my bike on the start line. In '01 I scored a great spot a little after 6 am. This year I was there at about quarter to 6 and there were already a few hundred bikes on the line. And that didn't include the preferred starters. I saw the sign saying when I could put my bike down, so I will be there that early next year.
Third, I will ride my mountain bike more. I had lots of plans to do this and I have a number of silly reasons for not doing it, like getting Poison Ivy and being lazy about finding the right gear ratio to run. For the most part bikes are bikes, but rigid single speeds do work some special muscles, and right now it hurts to bend over and tie my shoes.
I had a really great time between about mile 15 and mile 30something. I felt strong on the hills and rolled well with some fast, small groups, even taking some pulls on the fireroad climbs. My gear choice felt pretty good, too. At least in those miles it did. I did a lot of "running" in the last 8 miles or so. But I do think this was the year to be on a single speed. The rain, sand, and puddles really wrecked some drivetrains, and in the final few miles I watched one poor young soul look down in bewilderment as his chain sucked the derailleur right off his frame. So at least I didn't have that to contend with. And I shouldn't next year either.
Perhaps I will have some more thoughts later, and if I'm lucky some photos. After perusing the plethora of photos available already I can say that being a mediocre finisher is not a good way to get your picture taken. It seems the documenters all reloaded their camera cartridges when I went by, so I'll either need to speed it up or slow it down to get some photo love next year.
Sunday, September 14, 2008
Sunday, September 7, 2008
Final Preparations
This was the last weekend before the big
Chequamegon 40 mountain bike race. I have been spending the last few rides on my singlespeed to get used to it. I should have done this many weeks ago instead of days ago, but oh well.
I got some lighter and faster rolling tires for the race and also put a big 36-16 on the 1x1. I'm hoping it is not too tall for me, but other Cheq vets are telling me I should go bigger and just prepare for some running over the crests of the hills. Ouch! I think I'll stick with what I've got. It feels good on the hilly gravel routes I've been testing it on. And I also don't have any bigger options.
Today I met Steve and Jim for some nice riding out at Sugar Bottom. Steve is also doing the Fat this year, and we spent many miles convincing Jim to give it a go next year. Others decided to take a more secretive approach to their final preparations and not accompany us to Sugar Bottom. I have no idea what those secret preparations entail, but they will no doubt involve some fancy razor work.
The trails were in much better shape than the last time I went in late July. There was still poison ivy everywhere, though. Hopefully I steered clear of it. I pre-medicated and post-medicated, so that could make a difference, too.
The ride was nice and relaxed in the beginning and then picked up a lot when we ran into big Todd on his singlespeed.
I was worried about pushing a large 36-17 on the twisty, hilly trails today, as I am used to running a 33-17, but it wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. I hope that means I'm ready for the race.
Chequamegon 40 mountain bike race. I have been spending the last few rides on my singlespeed to get used to it. I should have done this many weeks ago instead of days ago, but oh well.
I got some lighter and faster rolling tires for the race and also put a big 36-16 on the 1x1. I'm hoping it is not too tall for me, but other Cheq vets are telling me I should go bigger and just prepare for some running over the crests of the hills. Ouch! I think I'll stick with what I've got. It feels good on the hilly gravel routes I've been testing it on. And I also don't have any bigger options.
Today I met Steve and Jim for some nice riding out at Sugar Bottom. Steve is also doing the Fat this year, and we spent many miles convincing Jim to give it a go next year. Others decided to take a more secretive approach to their final preparations and not accompany us to Sugar Bottom. I have no idea what those secret preparations entail, but they will no doubt involve some fancy razor work.
The trails were in much better shape than the last time I went in late July. There was still poison ivy everywhere, though. Hopefully I steered clear of it. I pre-medicated and post-medicated, so that could make a difference, too.
The ride was nice and relaxed in the beginning and then picked up a lot when we ran into big Todd on his singlespeed.
I was worried about pushing a large 36-17 on the twisty, hilly trails today, as I am used to running a 33-17, but it wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. I hope that means I'm ready for the race.
Friday, August 29, 2008
Friday Night Threesome
Robin and I decided to go visit Steen after work today. She normally goes during the day when I'm at work, and I usually tag along on a Sunday here and there. But tonight we decided to have a relaxing Friday night ride and hoped we would have the place to ourselves. And we did. Not a person in sight, just a few little Japanese Chins.
This was my first real ride in the outdoor arena, and it was pretty fun. Steen was OK with having me on his back as long as he got to do some inconsistent figure eights close to the herd. After awhile he got used to me and then explored some more.
Robin rode after I did. She is much faster than me.
Someday I will get faster, too. Tonight I held back, though, for tomorrow is the fall ride of rides to Amana and the brewery. It should be fun and a little bit painful. Hopefully the Iowa Pale Ale will help dull pain on the way back to town.
This was my first real ride in the outdoor arena, and it was pretty fun. Steen was OK with having me on his back as long as he got to do some inconsistent figure eights close to the herd. After awhile he got used to me and then explored some more.
Robin rode after I did. She is much faster than me.
Someday I will get faster, too. Tonight I held back, though, for tomorrow is the fall ride of rides to Amana and the brewery. It should be fun and a little bit painful. Hopefully the Iowa Pale Ale will help dull pain on the way back to town.
Monday, August 25, 2008
The First Day of School
And the first day that I have not had to go to a first day of school in well over twenty years. Sure, work was busy, but it was no school.
Thursday, August 21, 2008
Paint Night Date Night
As many of you know, quite a few weeks ago I joined the ranks of people who spend a large portion of their days in an office. As offices go, mine is pretty nice. I have a nice chair, some shelves, and plenty of cabinets for food, tea and coffee fixings, and I guess some files, too. The only thing my office lacks that I can't really do anything about is a window. But windows come with time, and I can easily get up out of my chair and walk to all the windows I could want. And I enjoy the excuse to stretch my legs frequently.
But still, the office is pretty drab. Beige-ish walls, light wood shelves and cabinets, and a light gray speckled desk top. I knew I needed some art, but then I remembered that I'm picky and poor. So I thought that maybe I would just get some blank canvases and paint them three different colors. I consulted my favorite artist, and she thought it was a fabulous idea. And it was a good thing she did, too, because while I am pretty good at coming up with ideas like this, I am not too excited to commit ideas to paper. It seems so permanent. And my lack of art skills was not helping me get started.
Thankfully, mixing paints and putting a solid color on canvas can be very forgiving and easily changed. So after a cool crisp pale ale, Robin and I went into the basement studio and got started.
I had a vague idea of what kind of colors I wanted, but I really only felt strongly about two of them. So we got started on a sage-like green and decided to see where that took us. For each canvas we (mostly Robin) would mix the color, apply one layer evenly over the canvas, and then mix a very similar color and add a second layer on top with varying brush strokes to create the texture.
After the green we moved on to a blue that was, and still is, my favorite.
For the third canvas I really didn't know what color to do. I originally thought something in a burgundy, and Robin was feeling deep brown. But as we looked at our first two colors we realized we wanted something more bold. So we leaned towards orange.
A lightning fast brush stroke is a sure sign of a competent painter.
And the finished product. I will send an update when I get them into my office.
But still, the office is pretty drab. Beige-ish walls, light wood shelves and cabinets, and a light gray speckled desk top. I knew I needed some art, but then I remembered that I'm picky and poor. So I thought that maybe I would just get some blank canvases and paint them three different colors. I consulted my favorite artist, and she thought it was a fabulous idea. And it was a good thing she did, too, because while I am pretty good at coming up with ideas like this, I am not too excited to commit ideas to paper. It seems so permanent. And my lack of art skills was not helping me get started.
Thankfully, mixing paints and putting a solid color on canvas can be very forgiving and easily changed. So after a cool crisp pale ale, Robin and I went into the basement studio and got started.
I had a vague idea of what kind of colors I wanted, but I really only felt strongly about two of them. So we got started on a sage-like green and decided to see where that took us. For each canvas we (mostly Robin) would mix the color, apply one layer evenly over the canvas, and then mix a very similar color and add a second layer on top with varying brush strokes to create the texture.After the green we moved on to a blue that was, and still is, my favorite.
For the third canvas I really didn't know what color to do. I originally thought something in a burgundy, and Robin was feeling deep brown. But as we looked at our first two colors we realized we wanted something more bold. So we leaned towards orange.
A lightning fast brush stroke is a sure sign of a competent painter.
And the finished product. I will send an update when I get them into my office.
Thursday, August 7, 2008
On Disappointment
After finishing Frank Conroy's extremely enjoyable Body & Soul, I was left with a desire to read something with a European feel to it. Perhaps it was all the classical music, or the small sections of the book that took place in London, but I really wanted to cross the pond for my next book. But I only ended up going back and forth, and in the beginning, that was all right.
I settled on Zadie Smith's On Beauty. Zadie is a young, popular British novelist who has received much critical acclaim. On Beauty is loosely based on E. M. Forester's Howard's End, takes place in London and the Boston area, and was shortlisted for the Booker Prize in 2005. So it met many of the criteria I had for my next book.
Unfortunately, I cannot recall the last book that left me so disappointed. I think I can say that Smith is a good writer, and the story was captivating enough early on that I felt compelled to finish it. She also does a good job of asking large questions about race, gender, social action, and the nature of an individual's beliefs. However, none of those questions reveal any new insight, and in the end they are drowned out by unbelievable chracters, cliched academic jargon peppered throughout the novel so as to appear smart and witty, and increasingly unlikely coincidences that are necessary to move the plot forward. If you like books about wacky academics, both Francine Prose's Blue Angel and Richard Russo's Straight Man are much better. And if you are interested in social commentary on race, gender, and social action, well there are too many good ones to list.
On a not disappointing note, Robin and I had a fabulous date night where we enjoyed the smoke free atmosphere of George's and for the first time tried their much talked about burgers. They were simple and not much to look at, but for some reason they just tasted so good. We will definitely be back.
I settled on Zadie Smith's On Beauty. Zadie is a young, popular British novelist who has received much critical acclaim. On Beauty is loosely based on E. M. Forester's Howard's End, takes place in London and the Boston area, and was shortlisted for the Booker Prize in 2005. So it met many of the criteria I had for my next book.
Unfortunately, I cannot recall the last book that left me so disappointed. I think I can say that Smith is a good writer, and the story was captivating enough early on that I felt compelled to finish it. She also does a good job of asking large questions about race, gender, social action, and the nature of an individual's beliefs. However, none of those questions reveal any new insight, and in the end they are drowned out by unbelievable chracters, cliched academic jargon peppered throughout the novel so as to appear smart and witty, and increasingly unlikely coincidences that are necessary to move the plot forward. If you like books about wacky academics, both Francine Prose's Blue Angel and Richard Russo's Straight Man are much better. And if you are interested in social commentary on race, gender, and social action, well there are too many good ones to list.
On a not disappointing note, Robin and I had a fabulous date night where we enjoyed the smoke free atmosphere of George's and for the first time tried their much talked about burgers. They were simple and not much to look at, but for some reason they just tasted so good. We will definitely be back.
Sunday, August 3, 2008
Iowa State Road Race
No, I didn't race it. But when I showed up to the Thursday night group ride Hopson and Nick Martin roped me into driving a follow car. I was too nice to say no. Since most people on the ride that night were trying to take it easy for Saturday's race, I decided I'd try to be a little less nice on the bike.
My plan worked out a little bit. Coming into Lone Tree it was only Heath and myself trading off hard pulls. About a kilometer or so from the town limits sign I decided to come through hard. Not attack, just put my head down and see how long I could keep the pressure high. As I did this, Heath somehow pulled out of his pedal as he was trying to stay on my wheel. I heard lots of "Oh Shits" from the group. When I looked back I had a big gap, and everyone was still upright. I moved to the side of the road to keep anyone from sneaking into my draft and hammered for the line. I won. No check or anything, but I guess it was my own little State Road race. The rest of the ride was nice, and for most of it, it was Heath and I on the front with a few other non racers coming in to play, too.
The weather for Saturday's race was supposed to be super hot and muggy with temps into the 90s. But Friday evening a cooling trend came in and Saturday turned out to be a very nice day. Still warm, but not uncomfortable.
I was the driver of the wheels truck for the Women's Cat. 1, 2, 3 race. All six of them. West Branch Ford provided the trucks. So there I was, sitting in a gigantic F-150 pickup with two sets of wheels in the back. I felt more than a little silly. I was excited to volunteer for the local race and all my friends, but driving 81 miles in an ugly pick up truck just doesn't seem to fit with what bicycles should really be about. There is no support like this in mountain bike races, but I suppose that is mostly because there is no pack and there aren't really any vehicles that can easily follow through tight, twisty single track. With the nature of the pack in road racing, self supported races might not work too well, but so much of racing is gambling anyways, so maybe self supported races would just force people to be more careful with wheel and equipment selection before a race. Just a thought.
All complaining aside, it was a pretty fun day. I ate a nice lunch of pb&j, grapes, cookies, water, and gatorade while I watched the race from behind. The first lap was pretty uneventful as no one was excited to attack and no one wanted to get dropped. Towards the end of the lap I could see all the ladies chatting and next thing I know they were pulling over into an empty road maintenance parking lot. They had decided to all take a neutral nature break. This suited me fine as I also had to pee. So there I was, peeing on the side of the road next to a ditch with four other women scrambling to get out of their bib shorts. It was highly amusing.
On lap two Kim Eppen and Robin Williams (not my Robin, and not the actor either) started pushing the pace on the big hills in the crosswind. The first casualty was Andrea from Bikes 2 You. Up until that point she had been one of the strongest riders and was almost always on the front. Shortly after Andrea came off one of the two Punk Rock Cycling ladies slid off the back as well. After a few hills she managed to drag herself back to the group. At this point, no one wanted to work, but to get through the race they eventually settled into a fairly even rotating paceline.
This lasted through lap 2 and into most of lap 3 where Robin again attacked on the big climb out of the Cedar River Valley. Only Robin, Kim Eppen, and one Punk Rock racer were able to keep the pace. They continued to ride hard with Robin making lots good attacks. The Punk Rock racer rode a rather smart race as she forced Kim to chase almost everytime. With just over 1km to go Kim attacked hard and only the Punk Rock rider could follow. Kim gave everything she had to try to shake her from her wheel, but it was not to be. On the final hill miss Punk Rock came around and poor Kim was out of gas.
It was a fun event, and I think the promoters did a good job with what looked like a very demanding course. I hope it is here again next year, because I just might want to try my own chances in the race.
My plan worked out a little bit. Coming into Lone Tree it was only Heath and myself trading off hard pulls. About a kilometer or so from the town limits sign I decided to come through hard. Not attack, just put my head down and see how long I could keep the pressure high. As I did this, Heath somehow pulled out of his pedal as he was trying to stay on my wheel. I heard lots of "Oh Shits" from the group. When I looked back I had a big gap, and everyone was still upright. I moved to the side of the road to keep anyone from sneaking into my draft and hammered for the line. I won. No check or anything, but I guess it was my own little State Road race. The rest of the ride was nice, and for most of it, it was Heath and I on the front with a few other non racers coming in to play, too.
The weather for Saturday's race was supposed to be super hot and muggy with temps into the 90s. But Friday evening a cooling trend came in and Saturday turned out to be a very nice day. Still warm, but not uncomfortable.
I was the driver of the wheels truck for the Women's Cat. 1, 2, 3 race. All six of them. West Branch Ford provided the trucks. So there I was, sitting in a gigantic F-150 pickup with two sets of wheels in the back. I felt more than a little silly. I was excited to volunteer for the local race and all my friends, but driving 81 miles in an ugly pick up truck just doesn't seem to fit with what bicycles should really be about. There is no support like this in mountain bike races, but I suppose that is mostly because there is no pack and there aren't really any vehicles that can easily follow through tight, twisty single track. With the nature of the pack in road racing, self supported races might not work too well, but so much of racing is gambling anyways, so maybe self supported races would just force people to be more careful with wheel and equipment selection before a race. Just a thought.
All complaining aside, it was a pretty fun day. I ate a nice lunch of pb&j, grapes, cookies, water, and gatorade while I watched the race from behind. The first lap was pretty uneventful as no one was excited to attack and no one wanted to get dropped. Towards the end of the lap I could see all the ladies chatting and next thing I know they were pulling over into an empty road maintenance parking lot. They had decided to all take a neutral nature break. This suited me fine as I also had to pee. So there I was, peeing on the side of the road next to a ditch with four other women scrambling to get out of their bib shorts. It was highly amusing.
On lap two Kim Eppen and Robin Williams (not my Robin, and not the actor either) started pushing the pace on the big hills in the crosswind. The first casualty was Andrea from Bikes 2 You. Up until that point she had been one of the strongest riders and was almost always on the front. Shortly after Andrea came off one of the two Punk Rock Cycling ladies slid off the back as well. After a few hills she managed to drag herself back to the group. At this point, no one wanted to work, but to get through the race they eventually settled into a fairly even rotating paceline.
This lasted through lap 2 and into most of lap 3 where Robin again attacked on the big climb out of the Cedar River Valley. Only Robin, Kim Eppen, and one Punk Rock racer were able to keep the pace. They continued to ride hard with Robin making lots good attacks. The Punk Rock racer rode a rather smart race as she forced Kim to chase almost everytime. With just over 1km to go Kim attacked hard and only the Punk Rock rider could follow. Kim gave everything she had to try to shake her from her wheel, but it was not to be. On the final hill miss Punk Rock came around and poor Kim was out of gas.
It was a fun event, and I think the promoters did a good job with what looked like a very demanding course. I hope it is here again next year, because I just might want to try my own chances in the race.
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