Peezy's Black Magic 2013
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The Kalmyk
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El sabor de Mexico or tortugas aka. Mexican village both in Princeton... I tend to go to places I know actually have a oxicano population...
Mexican village is gone, or at least moved.
Pearl
THIS CHANGES EVERYTHING
I'm not sure when my next race is. I decided last year that I would just race based on how I felt Friday and what the weather was like. I'm only registered for the Stoopid 50 right now, everything else is a blank slate. I kind of like that. When does cross start again? 
I wouldn't lie if I thought to myself, maybe I'm just a SS racer? Then again everyone is a SSer beast when you race Stewart. I then remember that Utah wouldn't have won my class, so that makes me feel better. Maybe the SS is just right for me and I'm trying too hard to make gears work. Sadly I won't purchase another SS, because the one I would afford would be a POS and no way I would sell the Scalpel for a hard tail again.
That small hill at the bottom of Coppermine really stings and takes a while to bounce back from, even if it is only 20 seconds or so. The fact that it's paved is just amazing. So smooth. I try and hammer it as hard as I can every time, Maybe I need to approach it differently (or wait for the wind 😉). The next road they need to pave is Stanton Mountain Road. Holy crap that thing is terrible.
The thing is I am enjoying myself racing, It's just my legs are not happy with it. As Clarky pointed out, I think the universe just had enough of me racing right now. Thankfully the weekend is race free so I can't even tempt myself. It looks like some crap weather is moving in which will force me to not ride. Maybe I'll find Jake on NHL13 again and beat his ass into oblivion to make myself feel better. I was thinking of just bringing all my bikes to Halters to make sure I don't ride them, because I'm sure one thing is wrong with at least all of them.
Oh, and apparently I just went over 2,000 miles this week somewhere. woo hoo!
Monday we just got out for a spin around Colonial Park. My legs are just stiff and sore still. The soreness from SSaP still looms in my joints, not so much my leg muscles. That ride was 7 days in a row. The weather for April has been amazing. I think we will pay for that in May.
After our ride we had to replace our comforter, because the cat has slowly put holes in it everywhere and feathers were flying all over the place like you hit a goose on the turnpike. Man she is a pain in the ass sometimes. Why can't she just feed herself and entertain herself? I thought she is suppose to sleep most of the day, but ends up being awake when we don't want her to be. FRUUUU
Then we were trying to link up with Lou to get our new clothing order. Seemed like we were launching the space shuttle in order to meet up, but it ended up happening.
I wouldn't lie if I thought to myself, maybe I'm just a SS racer? Then again everyone is a SSer beast when you race Stewart. I then remember that Utah wouldn't have won my class, so that makes me feel better. Maybe the SS is just right for me and I'm trying too hard to make gears work. Sadly I won't purchase another SS, because the one I would afford would be a POS and no way I would sell the Scalpel for a hard tail again.
That small hill at the bottom of Coppermine really stings and takes a while to bounce back from, even if it is only 20 seconds or so. The fact that it's paved is just amazing. So smooth. I try and hammer it as hard as I can every time, Maybe I need to approach it differently (or wait for the wind 😉). The next road they need to pave is Stanton Mountain Road. Holy crap that thing is terrible.
The thing is I am enjoying myself racing, It's just my legs are not happy with it. As Clarky pointed out, I think the universe just had enough of me racing right now. Thankfully the weekend is race free so I can't even tempt myself. It looks like some crap weather is moving in which will force me to not ride. Maybe I'll find Jake on NHL13 again and beat his ass into oblivion to make myself feel better. I was thinking of just bringing all my bikes to Halters to make sure I don't ride them, because I'm sure one thing is wrong with at least all of them.
Oh, and apparently I just went over 2,000 miles this week somewhere. woo hoo!
Monday we just got out for a spin around Colonial Park. My legs are just stiff and sore still. The soreness from SSaP still looms in my joints, not so much my leg muscles. That ride was 7 days in a row. The weather for April has been amazing. I think we will pay for that in May.
After our ride we had to replace our comforter, because the cat has slowly put holes in it everywhere and feathers were flying all over the place like you hit a goose on the turnpike. Man she is a pain in the ass sometimes. Why can't she just feed herself and entertain herself? I thought she is suppose to sleep most of the day, but ends up being awake when we don't want her to be. FRUUUU
Then we were trying to link up with Lou to get our new clothing order. Seemed like we were launching the space shuttle in order to meet up, but it ended up happening.
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That is correct, Dillion murdered my time. You have a really tough class in general and everyone in your class on sunday lives in the north and rides tech all the time...well maybe not andrew, but he is also crazy strong.
And yes, SS racing always feels great at stewart...its flat, requires minimal accelerations and you are basically running at max speed for the entire race.
and you also only raced for 20min...complete a race first, then lets revisit this conversation.
And yes, SS racing always feels great at stewart...its flat, requires minimal accelerations and you are basically running at max speed for the entire race.
and you also only raced for 20min...complete a race first, then lets revisit this conversation.
You don't race cross on an SS & do very well. So while the shifters on both bikes look different, they work the same. You just need to practice more in the rocks.
Dillon is on another planet right now & will only get faster. He's decided to take the next step & is being coached & following the plan very closely. Plus he has the skills.
if you enjoy the race scene just come hang out & BS, maybe ride the course, cheer people on. You always don't have to pin a number plate on.
Dillon is on another planet right now & will only get faster. He's decided to take the next step & is being coached & following the plan very closely. Plus he has the skills.
if you enjoy the race scene just come hang out & BS, maybe ride the course, cheer people on. You always don't have to pin a number plate on.
This is why I don't stress not racing, I figure if I do want to race, I am now the age when Norm began his rise to power, so I figure I gots time.
Ha! I think I have these on my phone actually...
You know, i could see some perv like Iggy
totally taking this the wrong way.
I'm not even sure how to respond to that.
Pearl
THIS CHANGES EVERYTHING
Tuesday – Yes, we are backlogging. Mostly because I didn’t have the brainpower to talk about Tuesday after it happened, but here goes nothing.
Drop off my MTB during lunch and have Jay take a look at it. My chain rings are completely worn and needs a chain, so I will let the masters play with it.
Organized meeting up with Lou for a easy ride, mostly because I knew it was going to be rainy the next 2 days forcing me to rest. I hit up AL on my way home and he is able to make it. Finally. Been trying to link up with him for a while. I told everyone I wanted to take it easy and we did, for the most part.
Starts to drizzle on our way out but I knew it wasn't going to stick around. On we go into the Sourlands.
This section always has a headwind, but sitting in the back was soothing. Work!
Once we got to the bottom of Hollow, I figured Lou and Al would feel better than I did and slowly pulled away from me. I just kept it in my happy place and chilled. We eventually run into the back of the PFW B Ride that leaves out of Rocky Hill and see Robin. Hi Robin!
From here we pushed the pace a little, maybe because it was a Cat 6 mentality or what have you. I feel pretty good. Bomb down Lindenbergh and we cruise back on Wertsville. AL is happy to sit at the front and do most of the work. So an easy ride for me is becoming him drilling 20+ on the flats and me sitting in. Made the miles fly by and with such a low effort, I got ride farther without trying. Try to hammer Clawson and realize I'm empty. sit back down and chill. We get onto Dukes Parkway and we have to ride single file. Teach AL a couple of roadie pace line techniques and we are moving along without working too hard.
We get to 206 and I’m last in the line and we take the wrong way back on 206. This obviously sounds really bad written down, but it is honestly the safest way for me to get back home. The shoulder is wide and safe. The light turns green and we turn right into oncoming traffic on the shoulder. I usually just spin my way home and cool down here, so I let that be known. Not sure what happens next, but I feel my front wheel being crossed and I’m on the ground.
What the heck just happened? I feel like I’m going to throw up. The whole right side of my body feels like its on fire. AL turns around and I see a hole in my bibs and jersey with blood and gravel all over the place. Lou thought we were making a left into a parking lot and dove left after slightly slowing down and knocked out my front wheel from underneath me with his rear wheel. My water bottle exploded and I thought I pissed my pants or something. I now know what happened and get my crap together and sit on the side of the road and take inventory of what happened to me. AL heads straight to our place (less than a mile away) to pick me up. I still feel sick. I make sure not to bleed on Als leather seats and head inside to clean up.
http://connect.garmin.com/activity/309482259
Lou and I figured out what happened and I think we learned a lot from this. Communication, being smooth and predictable are huge things when on the road bike. If you are unsure of what is going on and you are in the front of the group. Making sudden movements left to right will lead to someone on the pavement.
No one is home and I try and clean up. I pick the little bits of gravel out of my hand, elbow and hip. How does this shit get in your body? I’m starting to shake and the adrenaline I had 15 minutes ago is wearing off.
I turn the shower on and it’s the last place I want to be. I’m too much of a bitch to use soap and just clean out the wounds with the water. The combo of me being cold and the shock of what is still going on reaches its all time high. I can’t reach some of the spots I need to clean and get dressed. Thankfully Mandis mother gets home home and she saw my hamburger elbow and was scared shitless. I told her I was okay and she patched me up before Mandi got home. Mandi was kinda pissed I told her I was home safe, but I think it was for her own good.
I pop some Ibuprofen and hit the sack. Mandi wants me to stay home from work, but it’s the last place I want to be; Home and alone with an annoying cat and a TV. I will play it by ear in the morning. What does that really mean, play it by ear?
Wednesday
I slept pretty well actually. Maybe it’s because of the Benadryl. The Benny has really been a huge help this year with my allergies. Wood recommend. Mandi wakes up with me and helps make sure I take care of these bandages. I really don’t do a great job with this stuff by myself. We start peeling these things off and Mandi gets all dizzy and has to sit down on the floor for a little to bring the world back to a normal place in her mind. I can see her face turning white. They hurt, but its not as bad as I thought. I think at one point she leaves and pukes, but I don’t remember. Thankfully I’m a pencil pusher and work is still manageable.
Work is kind of funny, I have a mouse that uses my fingertips in order to register the moves, so now I’m using my ring and index finger in order to make this work. Kind of awkward, but easy to adjust to.
I’m home and I need to get these off and refresh the band aids. Mandi goes over the boo boos and this time can keep it together. Things still look nasty but I guess they aren’t as bad this go around. For some reason the rash on my shin hurts the most, which doesn’t make sense. Maybe this is the pain they are talking about with leg hair and wounds? Maybe I will hit em with a buzzer or something.
Thursday so far
Stiffer so far, I feel stupid entering and exiting my car, it looks like I need a freaking cane. Keep using my leg/arms in weird ways that muscles haven’t been used before.
Drop off my MTB during lunch and have Jay take a look at it. My chain rings are completely worn and needs a chain, so I will let the masters play with it.
Organized meeting up with Lou for a easy ride, mostly because I knew it was going to be rainy the next 2 days forcing me to rest. I hit up AL on my way home and he is able to make it. Finally. Been trying to link up with him for a while. I told everyone I wanted to take it easy and we did, for the most part.
Starts to drizzle on our way out but I knew it wasn't going to stick around. On we go into the Sourlands.
This section always has a headwind, but sitting in the back was soothing. Work!
Once we got to the bottom of Hollow, I figured Lou and Al would feel better than I did and slowly pulled away from me. I just kept it in my happy place and chilled. We eventually run into the back of the PFW B Ride that leaves out of Rocky Hill and see Robin. Hi Robin!
From here we pushed the pace a little, maybe because it was a Cat 6 mentality or what have you. I feel pretty good. Bomb down Lindenbergh and we cruise back on Wertsville. AL is happy to sit at the front and do most of the work. So an easy ride for me is becoming him drilling 20+ on the flats and me sitting in. Made the miles fly by and with such a low effort, I got ride farther without trying. Try to hammer Clawson and realize I'm empty. sit back down and chill. We get onto Dukes Parkway and we have to ride single file. Teach AL a couple of roadie pace line techniques and we are moving along without working too hard.
We get to 206 and I’m last in the line and we take the wrong way back on 206. This obviously sounds really bad written down, but it is honestly the safest way for me to get back home. The shoulder is wide and safe. The light turns green and we turn right into oncoming traffic on the shoulder. I usually just spin my way home and cool down here, so I let that be known. Not sure what happens next, but I feel my front wheel being crossed and I’m on the ground.
What the heck just happened? I feel like I’m going to throw up. The whole right side of my body feels like its on fire. AL turns around and I see a hole in my bibs and jersey with blood and gravel all over the place. Lou thought we were making a left into a parking lot and dove left after slightly slowing down and knocked out my front wheel from underneath me with his rear wheel. My water bottle exploded and I thought I pissed my pants or something. I now know what happened and get my crap together and sit on the side of the road and take inventory of what happened to me. AL heads straight to our place (less than a mile away) to pick me up. I still feel sick. I make sure not to bleed on Als leather seats and head inside to clean up.
http://connect.garmin.com/activity/309482259
Lou and I figured out what happened and I think we learned a lot from this. Communication, being smooth and predictable are huge things when on the road bike. If you are unsure of what is going on and you are in the front of the group. Making sudden movements left to right will lead to someone on the pavement.
No one is home and I try and clean up. I pick the little bits of gravel out of my hand, elbow and hip. How does this shit get in your body? I’m starting to shake and the adrenaline I had 15 minutes ago is wearing off.
I turn the shower on and it’s the last place I want to be. I’m too much of a bitch to use soap and just clean out the wounds with the water. The combo of me being cold and the shock of what is still going on reaches its all time high. I can’t reach some of the spots I need to clean and get dressed. Thankfully Mandis mother gets home home and she saw my hamburger elbow and was scared shitless. I told her I was okay and she patched me up before Mandi got home. Mandi was kinda pissed I told her I was home safe, but I think it was for her own good.
I pop some Ibuprofen and hit the sack. Mandi wants me to stay home from work, but it’s the last place I want to be; Home and alone with an annoying cat and a TV. I will play it by ear in the morning. What does that really mean, play it by ear?
Wednesday
I slept pretty well actually. Maybe it’s because of the Benadryl. The Benny has really been a huge help this year with my allergies. Wood recommend. Mandi wakes up with me and helps make sure I take care of these bandages. I really don’t do a great job with this stuff by myself. We start peeling these things off and Mandi gets all dizzy and has to sit down on the floor for a little to bring the world back to a normal place in her mind. I can see her face turning white. They hurt, but its not as bad as I thought. I think at one point she leaves and pukes, but I don’t remember. Thankfully I’m a pencil pusher and work is still manageable.
Work is kind of funny, I have a mouse that uses my fingertips in order to register the moves, so now I’m using my ring and index finger in order to make this work. Kind of awkward, but easy to adjust to.
I’m home and I need to get these off and refresh the band aids. Mandi goes over the boo boos and this time can keep it together. Things still look nasty but I guess they aren’t as bad this go around. For some reason the rash on my shin hurts the most, which doesn’t make sense. Maybe this is the pain they are talking about with leg hair and wounds? Maybe I will hit em with a buzzer or something.
Thursday so far
Stiffer so far, I feel stupid entering and exiting my car, it looks like I need a freaking cane. Keep using my leg/arms in weird ways that muscles haven’t been used before.
