& bacon?
IGVENTURE
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& bacon?
Sure. WTF right? I have beer too. No, seriously if ya'll wan't waffles and bacon, Megan and I will make you waffles and bacon. We can bang out a few rightous rips from my 3 foot water bong before the ride too if you wan't?
Just text me your breakfast orders before you get here....
Thanks Chriggy.. As of now I have a group of guys camping up in North Jersey again for rides there and I might do the Triple Crown Ride at Cathedral Pines on Sunday.... Now I have 3 choices for the day!! Lucky me it's a win win day.
Well its been awhile since I posted. I'm not going to come on here and tell you how great of a cyclist I am, well not without giving you some updates as to what is going on in my life. Not sure that you really care but you may listen to me brag more if I give you some inside shit.
My son Evan turned 17 in April, got his license and then got arrested. He is under 18 so its not like real arrested, but enough to put a parent through some shit. All the things I told him not to do while driving on our way home from the DMV seem to be ignored. The thing is when I was a kid cops took you're beer and weed from you when you were 17, now they haul you in. Of course his mother had a shit fit and I was not happy about it but I was not all that shocked either. I am hoping the stupidity is behind him, he worked this summer at his lifeguard job to pay off his court fines. My neighbor is a lawyer so Evan got off on double secret probation...yes you can break the law if you're willing to pay. Other then that he is a good kid, he got the most valuable employee at his lifeguard job and parents love him.
My dad continues to stuggle with his health, I take him to doctors a lot. Despite his condition he still remains a positive person. My mom worries all the time but tries to keep herself occupied to keep from going insane.
Jamie graduated 8th grade and is in HS. He is the captain of the freshman soccer team despite his small size, he plays big. J is very different from Evan, which means he is different from me. He is all about sports. He has a good group of friends he hangs out with and I don't anticipate the shennanigans that Evan puts us through. I will kick his ass if he even starts to go down that road.
Mary is in her 2nd year of teaching 8th grade. She is a special ed english teacher. She comes home and tells me all about her day and I usually pay attention. Its weird, when I come home from work I don't want to talk about work. Is this a guy thing or is it just me? Oh well, she has to deal with parents and other teachers so I guess that is more stressful. I deal with union employees, all I have to do to calm these mofo's down is bring in some donuts.
Ok, now that we're caught up I guess I can ramble on about Hillier than Thou. I did this 100 mile race yesterday. Its not a race like Battenkill, or the H2H series where you have different Cats racing. Its a century with a crazy amount of climbing that attracts a lot of skinny ass roadies, even the girls had skinny asses. Am I allowed to say that?
I've never done this race before but heard that its really hard. Like Battenkill its somewhat out of my comfort zone since I don't really race my road bike anymore. Yeah I was nervous, I did not know anyone...except Bill. He is the dude who does the A ride at HG on Tuesday nights. I chatted with him and some other roadies before the start. We do a neutral role out and before I know it 30 of us make a left and begin to climb.
Within an hour there is 10 of us in the lead group. About 7 of these guys are attacking climbs hard and I decide to back off a bit, its too early in the ride for me to go that hard. I manage to catch these guys on the decent, so no ground lost. At mile 30 we hit Fiddlers Elbow, this shatters our fun little party. The shit hits the fan and its everyman for himself. The wall at the end of this climb is crazy steep, I dismount and walk it. I did not have enough legs or gears to ride this bitch. At the top I am sitting in 8th place with a third of the course done.
On the way to the next climb I keep a solo tempo pace and manage to pass the 7th guy. At the top of the climb I pressed on at tempo pace. This goes on like this for awhile, tempo/climb/decent/tempo/climb/decent... and along the way I pass some more guys. After awhile I become numb to the climbing, and don't care anymore when I see a hill in front of me. The only 2 climbs I remember about Hillier was Fiddlers and Iron Bridge. I stayed on the bike and climbed all of Iron Bridge. Some say that climb was more difficult later in the race, I thought Fiddlers was more difficult. The roads were wet from the light rain falling. This climb was so steep that occasionally my back tire would slip from out of the saddle efforts.
As the race went on I found myself becoming complacent. I knew I should stay focused so at mile 80 I popped a chocolate gu w/caffiene which helped me perk up. I was sitting in 4th place when I passed the 3rd place guy on the side of the road messing with his bike. I asked him if he was ok and he said he is having derailleur issues. I hit the gas after I talked to him and saw him remount his bike as I looked back. We had 12 miles left and I was determined to make it back before this guy to get a podium finish. The last 12 miles didn't have the steepest climbs but at this point every little up hurt a bit. This guy chasing me provided the motivation I needed to have a strong finish. I managed to hold him off and cross the line to take 3rd.
Ok here is the bragging part. I finished behind Bill Blank who has won Hillier before and Anthony Fattuzo...I looked him up, he came in 2nd at Tour of Catskills as a Cat 3.
My son Evan turned 17 in April, got his license and then got arrested. He is under 18 so its not like real arrested, but enough to put a parent through some shit. All the things I told him not to do while driving on our way home from the DMV seem to be ignored. The thing is when I was a kid cops took you're beer and weed from you when you were 17, now they haul you in. Of course his mother had a shit fit and I was not happy about it but I was not all that shocked either. I am hoping the stupidity is behind him, he worked this summer at his lifeguard job to pay off his court fines. My neighbor is a lawyer so Evan got off on double secret probation...yes you can break the law if you're willing to pay. Other then that he is a good kid, he got the most valuable employee at his lifeguard job and parents love him.
My dad continues to stuggle with his health, I take him to doctors a lot. Despite his condition he still remains a positive person. My mom worries all the time but tries to keep herself occupied to keep from going insane.
Jamie graduated 8th grade and is in HS. He is the captain of the freshman soccer team despite his small size, he plays big. J is very different from Evan, which means he is different from me. He is all about sports. He has a good group of friends he hangs out with and I don't anticipate the shennanigans that Evan puts us through. I will kick his ass if he even starts to go down that road.
Mary is in her 2nd year of teaching 8th grade. She is a special ed english teacher. She comes home and tells me all about her day and I usually pay attention. Its weird, when I come home from work I don't want to talk about work. Is this a guy thing or is it just me? Oh well, she has to deal with parents and other teachers so I guess that is more stressful. I deal with union employees, all I have to do to calm these mofo's down is bring in some donuts.
Ok, now that we're caught up I guess I can ramble on about Hillier than Thou. I did this 100 mile race yesterday. Its not a race like Battenkill, or the H2H series where you have different Cats racing. Its a century with a crazy amount of climbing that attracts a lot of skinny ass roadies, even the girls had skinny asses. Am I allowed to say that?
I've never done this race before but heard that its really hard. Like Battenkill its somewhat out of my comfort zone since I don't really race my road bike anymore. Yeah I was nervous, I did not know anyone...except Bill. He is the dude who does the A ride at HG on Tuesday nights. I chatted with him and some other roadies before the start. We do a neutral role out and before I know it 30 of us make a left and begin to climb.
Within an hour there is 10 of us in the lead group. About 7 of these guys are attacking climbs hard and I decide to back off a bit, its too early in the ride for me to go that hard. I manage to catch these guys on the decent, so no ground lost. At mile 30 we hit Fiddlers Elbow, this shatters our fun little party. The shit hits the fan and its everyman for himself. The wall at the end of this climb is crazy steep, I dismount and walk it. I did not have enough legs or gears to ride this bitch. At the top I am sitting in 8th place with a third of the course done.
On the way to the next climb I keep a solo tempo pace and manage to pass the 7th guy. At the top of the climb I pressed on at tempo pace. This goes on like this for awhile, tempo/climb/decent/tempo/climb/decent... and along the way I pass some more guys. After awhile I become numb to the climbing, and don't care anymore when I see a hill in front of me. The only 2 climbs I remember about Hillier was Fiddlers and Iron Bridge. I stayed on the bike and climbed all of Iron Bridge. Some say that climb was more difficult later in the race, I thought Fiddlers was more difficult. The roads were wet from the light rain falling. This climb was so steep that occasionally my back tire would slip from out of the saddle efforts.
As the race went on I found myself becoming complacent. I knew I should stay focused so at mile 80 I popped a chocolate gu w/caffiene which helped me perk up. I was sitting in 4th place when I passed the 3rd place guy on the side of the road messing with his bike. I asked him if he was ok and he said he is having derailleur issues. I hit the gas after I talked to him and saw him remount his bike as I looked back. We had 12 miles left and I was determined to make it back before this guy to get a podium finish. The last 12 miles didn't have the steepest climbs but at this point every little up hurt a bit. This guy chasing me provided the motivation I needed to have a strong finish. I managed to hold him off and cross the line to take 3rd.
Ok here is the bragging part. I finished behind Bill Blank who has won Hillier before and Anthony Fattuzo...I looked him up, he came in 2nd at Tour of Catskills as a Cat 3.
PatrickBrown
Active Member
Sick A$$ result!!!
Bill is a friend of mine, from back in my VW drag racing days and from following him on Strava lately, he puts in A LOT of work.
Great accomplishment!
Pat
Bill is a friend of mine, from back in my VW drag racing days and from following him on Strava lately, he puts in A LOT of work.
Great accomplishment!
Pat
SpartaBard
Well-Known Member
This must definitely be a guy thing b/c it is the same thing with me. Robyn gets home and tells me about her day, and I am like" I don't know who the fuck any of these people are that you are talking about!" Then she goes on to tell me that I met them at some corporate picnic 5 years ago... blah blah blah.
I generally have nothing to say about my day b/c it generally was less than exciting when I did it and don't really want to go through it again. That is unless something really exciting happened that resulted in a teacher getting fired or a kid expelled.
Out of the 30 or so people that did the century I'd say 15 are competitive riders, people who race bikes. But this thing attracts the skinny guys who are good at climbing. For example the guy who came in 4th drove 3hrs from Penn. to do this race. Its a unique event, just to complete the ride is impressive. Putting Fiddlers & Iron Bridge in the same ride and tacking on 100 miles is nuts.
Its kinda pricey, $75 pre-reg. $100 day of, but the proceeds go to a charity. This year it was a ride and walk coalition. There is no cash payout, just awards...and bragging rights.
Yeah Brad, I think its a woman thing. My wife needs to unload on me, I unload on the bike.
I'm game. Maybe a Sunday up north somewhere where there's rocks.
Steve Vai
Endurance Guy: Tolerates most of us.
Let's start here and ride to there. Monday. On a monday son. I have to start racing gay-ass cross on sundays.
-Jim.
my tires will melt if i start from here. maybe i'll take off monday and kirt can lead us around mooch or cannonball/ringwood.
hells yeah, i keep making that thing go...i do need to upgrade doe, but then I'll have to shave my legs.
Thanks Woody, if you had a road bike Hillier would be you're kind of sufferfest.
Here is me looking old and cold. The guy in green next to me won it and Bill got 2nd next to him. The other people we're the winners of the metric century.
