A blog about cyclo-cross and life in Central NY. It may not be as exciting as 'cross and life in other parts of the world, but CNY 'cross is better than no 'cross at all.
Monday, March 2, 2009
Sunday, March 1, 2009
The Future & Ride Chatter
Ride Chatter? I bagged the local 9 am group ride heading west figuring it would take me 20-30 min to drive to the ride start and it was also less than 20F out -- fairly legit excuses. Around 11:30, I have 2 water bottles on the counter, have all winter gear on except shoes, gloves, and jacket & the doorbell rings. Ms. Drumroll answers the door ... "can Drumroll come out and play?" asked one of the two multi-layered cyclo-geeks straddling his fender kitted CX bike. Hmmm, I was going to hop on the 29er SS and see what the canal path had in store en route to Green Lakes but what the heck .. .hopped on the CX bike and rode off into the slight, but sharp NW wind. The 3 of us cruised mostly flats and dicussed all things cycling. These included:
- Why every cycling medium (print, web, etc.) is so wrapped up in Lance-mania
- The one CX race in Rochester
- That the one guys woman starts officially training for a 1/2 IM today
- Levi's cracked arse
- The other CX race in Rochester
- How bizarre Dave Z really is
- The other CX race in Rochester again
- If I stole Dave Z's bikes .. or Lance's wheels
- Weight of CX bikes
- No TT at Syracuse race, but hopefully at Owasco
- Jens V is a stud of studs
- CX tires
- The Buck Hill CX race
- ...and that here it is March 1 and we spent half the ride talking about CX
Monday, February 23, 2009
Wannabe Training

"Proper MAINTAINTANANCE of the perineal area is essential during high level training and racing. Nothing can ruin stage race success faster than an infected saddle sore."--Dave Zabriskie
btw ... slightly used Bontrager rear disc wheel & HED tri-spoke for sale (see pic below) These are some "hot" wheels friends, picked 'em up in Cali, eager to sell!
Sunday, February 15, 2009
Coincidence?
Drumroll is in California, Fed Ex botched a timely delivery of his bike, Astana had Lance's TT bike stolen. That can't be coincidental . . .Popo: Mr. Drumroll, can you explain why you're riding Lance's stolen bike?
Drumroll: Uh, this is my bike . . .
Well, the weekend was cold but sunny. Got in 3:25 Saturday and 3:18 today. Spent today climbing a bunch of the local hills with Bob. The mission to not suck this spring is well under way. I'm well on my way to mediocrity.
Saturday, February 14, 2009
How can you have any pudding if you don't eat yer meat?"

Rant warning .... How can I ride my bike if FedEx don't deliver? If FedEx don't deliver, how can I ride my bike. I wanna do a Sam Kinison ...aughhh, aughhh, aughhh.
FedEx sucks, plain and simple. Dateline April 2006: FedEx to ship bike to my brother's house in Charlotte so I can head on over to Asheville. Arrives 2 days late, delays my trip to Asheville. Dateline December 2008: FedEx the Christmas goodies to my nieces & nephews. Arrives 3 days after Christmas when it was sent 3 days before with 2nd day delivery -- Uncle Drumroll looking like a d-bag w/the late Christmas gifts. Dateline February 2009: FedEx my bike to hotel in Solvang. I was assured it would arrive Fri. (13th) -- I am to arrive Sat (14th) and psyched to be riding on Sun. (15th). Checked the tracking on Thurs. and looking good, scheduled to arrive On Fri. Checked again this morning -- arriving Mon. now. Now you may wonder why I keep using FedEx, well, cause we get a sizeable corporate discount but lesson learned I guess -- I keep thinking they can't possibly screw me again.
WTF here FedEx? You are just like the airlines now where time frames and deadlines are just approximate guidelines. When I asked the "representative" on the phone why it can't be delivered this weekend, she responds, "cause it's on the truck, we can't just stop the truck and unload it for your package". FU too honey and have a nice day. Oh, Happy freakin Valentines Day (dammit).
Thursday, February 12, 2009
This time I mean it . . .
No more skiing, no more running, no more skipping work outs. If I'm going to suck this spring, it's going to be because I suck. Not because I didn't know what I was doing, not because I got a late start, not because I spent too much time doing other things than riding. That pretty much sums up my first two seasons and probably goes a long way to explain my love of CX. By the time CX rolls around I'm finally in shape.
Mental and physical time away from the bike after a long CX season was definitely needed, but now it's time to do work. The work started in earnest last week, and the Saturday ride that Drumroll recounted below was more than enough motivation to get my proverbial shiznit together.
I had contemplated writing a post about the Mormons that tried to hand me a business card at the tail end of the 3:50 thrashing I received on Saturday. How I hopped off my bike and put one of the suit wearing, name tag bearing wanders in a headlock since I was in no mood for a religious intervention. How I yelled at him that if there was a god I'd be faster. The wind wouldn't be in my face as I was starting to cramp. I wouldn't live on top of a hill. My job would be somewhere conducive to winter riding. My winter bike wouldn't weigh 29.5lbs. Anyway, the headlock part was a lie. There's no doubt that the thought crossed my mind, but in my weakened state I would have probably ended up giving the dude more of a hug than a headlock, and the last thing I need is to get busted by the cops for trying to hug a wandering Mormon while wearing head to toe spandex. That could only end badly. I'm not big enough to go to jail . . .
Mental and physical time away from the bike after a long CX season was definitely needed, but now it's time to do work. The work started in earnest last week, and the Saturday ride that Drumroll recounted below was more than enough motivation to get my proverbial shiznit together.
I had contemplated writing a post about the Mormons that tried to hand me a business card at the tail end of the 3:50 thrashing I received on Saturday. How I hopped off my bike and put one of the suit wearing, name tag bearing wanders in a headlock since I was in no mood for a religious intervention. How I yelled at him that if there was a god I'd be faster. The wind wouldn't be in my face as I was starting to cramp. I wouldn't live on top of a hill. My job would be somewhere conducive to winter riding. My winter bike wouldn't weigh 29.5lbs. Anyway, the headlock part was a lie. There's no doubt that the thought crossed my mind, but in my weakened state I would have probably ended up giving the dude more of a hug than a headlock, and the last thing I need is to get busted by the cops for trying to hug a wandering Mormon while wearing head to toe spandex. That could only end badly. I'm not big enough to go to jail . . .
Monday, February 9, 2009
The Answer My Friend ...

..... is blowin' in the wind. Doh !Homer (Odyssey 5. 291) "Poseidon massed the clouds, clutched his trident and churned the ocean up; he roused all the blasts of all the Winds and swathed earth and sea alike in clouds; down from the sky rushed the dark. Euros (East Wind) and Notos (South Wind) clashed together, the stormy Zephyros (West Wind) and the sky-born billow-driving Boreas (North Wind)."
Small group ride on Saturday -- Notos at around 15 mph for 3.5 hrs of fun with a tour of the windwills (translates to climbing in CNY bike-speak) thrown in for good measure. More joy on Sunday w/a slightly larger group but stayed mostly in flatlands. This time though, Boreas exacted revenge at 20+ mph for 3 hours. Felt like Cancellara w/the tail wind and a track sprinter going up Mt. Washington into the wind. We did get some periodic sunshine both days which always makes it all a bit more tolerable. Even though the wind did blow, it beat the trainer as we all know that can suck.
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