10 February 2016

Go in peace brother! #FUCancer

Our friend Ken has moved on, beyond the cancer that ravaged his body for so long. He fought a valiant fight, but it just wasn't enough.
We already covered what a mensch the guy was in life. It's a VERY rare thing that you meet a person about whom NO ONE has a bad thing to say. Kenny was this guy.
He was a talented musician, who played for the SC Philharmonic...double bass no less, a brilliant and insightful writer, a great rider, and a friend to many.
Everyone that has spoken of Ken has a story. A story that is funny, touching, insightful, or that changed them in some way. I think that this was Kenny's gift to each of us. Some occurrence, or experience, with him that we'll never forget. I know I have such a story.
I've talked about it before...even wrote about it...
Billy wrote about it...(and showed the knee hole! Ewwwww....!)
Hell, even Kenny wrote about it...
That day on the bike will stay with me for the rest of my life.

Cancer beat up on him for three years. I just don't know if I would have the strength of will that Kenny had. Through everything, he remained the same guy. He didn't allow the disease to change who he was.
I know it's wholly selfish, but I wish I'd have made an effort to know him better. Even so, it was my distinct privilege, and honor, to know him, and call him 'friend'.
This is Kenny, and his lovely wife, Jaime. This is how I'll remember him. Smiling. Jovial. Sweet...but with just a hint of mischief in his eyes.
He is no longer in pain. No longer being ravaged by an unexplainable disease.
He's now riding smooth roads, tailwinds pushing him along, sunshine on his face.
May Jaime, and the rest of Kenny's family, and large number of friends, find some peace.

Billy Joel was right. Only the good die young...

09 February 2016

Turning a corner

So the rehab continues. Another trainer ride this morning. I hate the infernal beast, but it's serving the purpose right now.
50 minutes (probably should have just rolled it up to the hour) @ 100rpm. HR up, and a little sweat. This morning was the first ride since I've gotten back on the bike where that "feeling" came into my legs. This is a good thing.
Once it gets warm enough, I'm going to venture outside. Probably on the CX bike at first.
Well, I'm sort of forced to at this point.
All the bit to finish the Ridley have arrived. I went down to Service Course on Sunday to run cables, and realized that, in my haste to tear down the Noah for paint, I tossed the BB cable guide.
Dumbass? Party of one?
And did I mention that it's a proprietary piece? Standard Shimano or Campy guides don't work.
And did I mention that no one in the US has the part? Not even QBP, who imports the fucking things.
I have three different guides on order at this point. Pretty sure that one of them will work, even if I'm forced to modify it a bit.
Either that, or I'll be forced to buy 11v Di2. Wonder how that conversation with The Boss will go? LOLZ.

Fun CX races last weekend :

Hoogstraten


Sint Niklaas


And Spencer from Ritte re-did a Lotus Esprit Turbo


Not much else going on around here.
Oh, the Spring Series starts this weekend, if you're into that sort of thing. Is it getting earlier every year, or it is me?
Sunday should be good. Nothing says fun like starting a crit in 25 degree weather.
I'll be in Service Course, where it's 60-ish.

05 February 2016

Moving along...and a sad goodbye...

So my progress seems to be...well...progressing. I'm up to 45 minutes on the turbo. No pain at all. Plenty of muscle weakness, but zero discomfort.
That's not completely true. My taint is still unhappy with being thrown right back into the mix after almost 3 months off. Thanks be to Dog for Mad Alchemy chamois cream.
The Classics DVDs have been keeping me company. Sad that World Cycling Productions went belly-up.

The Noah is nearly done too. Paint is finished, and all parts have been hung. Just waiting on the brake cable/housing kit to hit the door. Still need to figure out bar tape...
A photo posted by MM (@mminsc) on



White doesn't look right, and black might make it TOO dark. Thoughts are gray, but dark gray to match the frame, or light gray to match the accents. I found some Belgian flag tape, but I'll be damned if I spend $45 on bar tape. And I'll be double damned if I give that money to Mike Sinyard's kid.
Once the bike is finished, I'll post some better pictures. There are few little details that aren't shown in that Instagram shot.

And the goodbye...
Dave Mirra, BMX/Triathlon/RAAM legend decided that the demons in his head were too much, and ended his own life yesterday in Greenville, NC. He was 41. Married. Two kids.


No reason was given, and it's really hard to wrap the old noggin around this one. The guy was rich, popular, had a great wife and beautiful daughters, and was super nice/down to Earth. Hell, with all of his money and fame, he lived in Greenville, NC!!
Dave pretty much had it all...
One's mind grasps for possible reasons. The thought I can't get out of my mind is that Dave was suffering from CTE. Pretty sure he took more than a few head knocks while perfecting his tricks.
Either way, what Dave decided to do was just NOT the answer...never is...for anyone.
If any of you ever get to the point in your lives that harming yourself becomes a viable option, wait. Wait, step back, assess and CALL SOMEONE. Hell...call me!!
Or hit up the  National Suicide Prevention Lifeline, call 1-800-273-TALK. 
There are people that can help!!

Did I know Dave? Nope. But I have several friends who did, and a few who knew him well. These are the people who suffer...family and friends.
I don't care who you pray to, or even if you pray, but spare a thought for Dave, his wife and kids, and his friends today.


Have a good weekend. Hug your family.

01 February 2016

Monday Monday

Another weekend has passed...
Not much happening around here. Did some home repair projects that have been neglected since the little robot fixed my knee. BTW, climbing a ladder sucks...
Rode the trainer for 35 minutes both days. 39x18/17 at 100rpm. Got the banged up leg spinning. I know I'm nearly the time to ride outside, as riding the turbo is starting to suck. This week, we move up to 45 minutes. Should be a barrel of monkeys...
Actually got some clear on the Ridley as well. Knocking that out today...

CX worlds went off this weekend. I'm not talking about the whole "motorized doping" thing. It's dumb. People that are dwelling on it, especially after the outstanding racing, are dumb.
No spoilers, but just watch LvdH drop the muddy descent on the last lap. Weight back and let it fly...





And the Dutch seem to have the whole 'offroad' thing figured out. How fun would these be at night?

SURFIN DUTCH TRAILS from Kiwivelo on Vimeo.

And remember, old guys can still shred...

Over The Hill from Transition Bikes on Vimeo.
Not me so much. That terrain would break my brittle bones...

And feel free to pinch this link, and pass it on to everyone you know...
"5 Things Cyclists do..."

Sun's out. Gonna be 70+F today. Go outside. You could be up North, with snow still on your yard.


27 January 2016

Mid-Week

And maybe a lesson...
We'll get to that...

Another trainer ride yesterday. Upped the time to 35 minutes. Still just spinning the 39x19, but it's better than the alternative. I could probably go longer, harder, and push a bigger gear, but I'm trying to be smart about rehab. Yeah...me...smart...who knew?
Which bring us to the lesson...
Sort of a cyclocross tinged lesson, but a lesson nonetheless...

Hoogerheide gives us the visuals...
There's a saying in CX...
"Commit to The Rut".
Sometimes, the only way to get through things is to do just that. The Rut sometimes sucks. It might be bumpy, or lead one off into an unintended direction, but as shown above, The Rut ends.
The Rut can be long. The Rut can be short. You might get muddy.
Ride into it. Commit. Drive forward. Follow it where it takes you.
The Rut ends. It leads to a better line. It leads to smooth surfaces.

Commit to The Rut


And I'm out...




25 January 2016

Back at it...sort of...

4 days on the trainer last week.
No, nothing of any consequence, other than getting the legs going around, and trying to rebuild a little leg strength. Even so, 2 hours on the bike is more than I've done for the last 10 weeks. It's something.
And as much as I dislike the trainer, the time passes pretty quickly when one hasn't been on the bike for months. 30 minutes is a blink.
30mins x 4 again this week, then 45 x 4 next week. Once I reach an hour, I'll go outside. Really not worth getting dressed for anything less than an hour. I just don't understand getting Winter kit on, then riding for 30 minutes. Takes longer to kit up, and then get undressed once home.

I suppose I should get the Ridley done too. Thankfully, it's supposed to be warm and sunny this weekend. Might be able to finish the paintwork...

And I'm going to start another little project...
And as it happens, I have a Colnago frame in Service Course.
Jonas did a number on us last weekend...
My poor palms had snow on them! GASP...

Hoogerheide looked like a good time yesterday...


That wasn't mud, it was Nutella...
And here are the steps...42 of them...
The UCI outlawed this...

No ridey today. I need to do some PT exercises. I've released myself from care, as I can do all of the same exercises at home, for free. PT has turned into a VERY expensive hour at the gym. I like my therapist, but not at $75/hour. And his assistant's perma-resting bitchface has gotten tiresome.
So, Peace Out Palmetto Health. You've gotten enough $ from me. I have bike shit to buy!!

And a 73 year old British woman has been charged with reckless driving for mowing down 6 members of the Giant-Alpecin team. She was driving on the wrong side of the road on her Spanish holiday. John Degenkolb and Chad Haga received the most severe injuries...
Click the additional links in the CyclingNews story for all the details. Those guys are DAMN lucky...

Happy Monday! I need to go shovel the driveway...LOLZ.







21 January 2016

Hidey-ho...

Another spin on the trainer this morning. Better than the first.
No RoM issues. No pain. A bit of stiffness, but I think that has a two-fold reason.
1) 3 months of not using that leg.
2) PT was yesterday, and we did some new exercises.

Instead of 15 minutes on, then a stretch, I just spun through for a solid 30 minutes. No fuss. The taint needs to toughen back up though...
2009 Milan-San Remo kept me company...


As people are wont to do, I got a new phone for Christmas. That left my perfectly good "old" phone as a paperweight. An internet capable, GPS-enabled paperweight.
Instead of buying a basic Garmin, then whinging later when it quits working, I decided to make my old MotoX into a GPS bike computer.
Using a Garmin attachment point seemed like the best, most elegant (if there is such a thing) solution.
There's a company in Utah called DogEarsGPS. They make a small, billet aluminum piece that replaces the plastic attachment point on the back of a Garmin computer. Why do they make this? Well, the little plastic "dog ears" always break off Garmins.
I bought the piece, did a little measuring, and attached the alu Dog Ear to the back of the phone case.
Works perfectly.
FYI, Service Course sits at 40m/131ft above sea level. The mount is solid as a rock. Can't wait to get outside and try it. That's Google MyTracks, BTW.
Now to dump every non-essential app and program off the old phone.
If your Garmin has broken tabs, order the aluminum piece from DogEars. DO IT!

Style...
Either you have it...
Or you don't...
Why do I imagine that Farrar smells of hair product and patchouli?
Speaking of style...
Peto didn't shave his legs before San Luis. The horror....!!!!
My birthday is just around the corner. Just sayin'...

And with that, I've burned enough of your productivity for the day.