Sunday, February 23, 2020

Eagle Raceway




Saturday's ride this week started a wee bit earlier than our normal ride, an hour and a half earlier to be exact. This meant that light was a little lower and the temps a little colder for the start but with temps inching into the upper 50s by the end of the day, it was still a great day to ride.





Why so early? Well, the Bike Swap Meet later in the day of course, so the plan was to leave a little earlier than normal and take a quick spin out to Eagle.



With a slight tailwind, we double timed it out to Eagle for a slice of breakfast pizza and a little California dreaming thanks to a rad VW Microbus.








Spin back was equally as quick but with a little bit of a headwind the output was a bit more. This of course was cause for a quick ditch beer stop, in addition to that we also had candy hearts... why candy hearts? Well, I brought them down last week to have for Valentine's Day but then forgot to bring them into the shop. Rather than eat them all I decided that I would bring them along for the ride this week, they hit the spot for sure. That was it for the ride and I was in and out of the swap meet that I didn't get a single picture but I did pick up some radtastic Sto Mil socks, so there is that.

Monday, February 17, 2020

Lunch Lurch, Thanks Google




Headed down to Lincoln a little early this week so that I could meetup with some of the usual suspects for a hearty breakfast at the always tasty Hub. It did not disappoint and as it turned out, it was a good thing that we had a bigger breakfast.


Warmer temps always brings a bit of a bigger crowd and with the mercury slated to rise almost to 50° on Saturday, a decent crowd is what we got.





We snaked our way through town out to the Bison Trail and eventually on to Pleasant Dale, the wind was supposed to be mostly NNW but there definitely seemed to be a bit more west in there than I'd hoped for.



Rode the 2019 Giant Revolt Advanced 2, that I'll be demoing this year, out on Saturday. I have about 4 good rides on it and hope to pop up my initial thoughts on the bike here soon. For now I will just say that it is fast, really fast... where the Journeyman (last years demo) was a great all around, ultra affordable, gravel bike; the Giant screams RACE ME.




Pace was pretty quick so not a whole lot of pictures of the ride, wind was definitely a bit more out of the north than advertised. This meant that the hopes for a decent tailwind on the way back was fading by every degree of wind change.





A quick zip up A Street and we found ourselves in the village of Pleasant Dale and what we thought was going to be out lunch stop. As it turned out Google had some outdated hours and the bar did not open at 11 as we had thought, it actually opened at 3 pm. Since it was not quite noon yet we decided not to wait the 3 plus hours for opening and pushed on.





As it turned out there was a slight tailwind on the way back, it was mostly a glancing crosswind but it was enough that we made pretty quick work of the gravel on the way back. Before we knew it we were gliding into Lincoln.





All the pedaling made for some thirsty and hungry riders, we stopped at Method for a quick libation before heading down for tacos at El Chapparo. It was the first time I'd ever been there and the food lived up to it's reputation, if you haven't tried it you need to go. That officially ended another fantastic SMNDFBR.


Likely an abbreviated ride next Saturday so that we can hit up the Bike Swap Meet out at Zipline, if you're looking for some bicycle parts, clothing or accessories this is a must go event. Hope to see some of you there.


Sunday was a special treat, Big Mike sent a group message seeing if anyone was up for a gravel ride. It's been ages since I had rode with Mike so I said I was down. We met at his house and rolled out toward the gravel on 132nd and State, glad to see that you can now get to the gravel part of 132nd from the neighborhoods without needing to get onto State Street; that was not ideal.



Temps were up on Sunday but so was the wind, the yang to the yin I suppose. It was still good to get out and enjoy the sun and warmer temps than we've been experiencing lately.


Mike also shared a good beer he'd brought back recently from the land of Cleve, the seller said it rivaled Founders KBS... I don't know about all that but it was good in it's own right. I'd purchase it again if it were available locally but alas it is not, maybe the next time I'm heading that direction.



The Revolt got the call up again for Sunday, it makes me giddy... also got a little custom touch on the top tube. You know, just in case anyone wonders what type of bicycle it is. Well, it's Gravel AF of course.

Sunday, February 9, 2020

Dog Days of Winter



Well, that little prognosticating rodent did not see his shadow this year which means that in theory we are due for an early Spring. I, for one, hope that the little guy is right; not sure what it is about this winter but I am so ready for it to be over. I definitely don't want a repeat of last year where our worst time for snow and cold was from February until late March.




Saturday of course was the SMNDFBR, which happens most Saturdays so it shouldn't come as a shock to any "long time readers". The forecast early in the week looked absolutely wonderful with temps getting up to almost 50 degrees. What they fail to mention is that it won't get anywhere near that warm until about 3 pm and it will only last for about 30 minutes before it starts it's decline back towards not so nice temps.




The plan on Saturday was to head out in a somewhat new direction for the group, explore a new to us road and then head out to Davey Nebraska before turning around and coming back. The colder temps in the morning actually helped to keep the roads pretty firm which made them fast rolling. We did have a slight navigational mishap before we ever left town but got that straightened out fairly quickly. Having led a ride now for several years a few things always baffle me when it comes to organized group rides. I cannot tell  you how many folks will lose their minds if there isn't a posted route in advance of a ride, I also cannot tell  you how many of those same folks will never download the route and maybe never even look at it. I have also discovered that if  you don't know where you're going, you should always be out front because speed seems to garner trust from the rest of the group, so when you do miss a turn you are almost guaranteed to have company. I have also come to the conclusion that it is pointless to try to chase or wait for those who go off course because they often will never turn around and head back the way they came to find the correct route. We haven't lost anyone yet so I suppose there is that little nugget to serve as the silver lining.





Headed out of town to the north which meant we would have to take on the head wind on the way back, which generally isn't the way you want to do a ride if you can help it but I figured that the tailwind would be a nice warm up before the bitter cold of riding into it needed to happen. Roads were rolling fast and Honeycutt was looking pretty cute while posing with the Blackhawk in the background out on drills.






With the tailwind, the fast roads and the front end feeling their oats yesterday morning, we sailed into the metropolis of Davey way earlier than I had hoped we would.


The Davey Post Office was the only business opened on Saturday morning, food sucks there and the service from the wait staff... don't even get me started on that.


Much like most self respecting, upscale, rural Nebraska, small towns; Davey does have a tavern but it doesn't open until noon on Saturday and we found ourselves already in Davey a little bit before 11 am. We did have a slight glimmer of hope since the Open sign was lit up and flashing but as it turned out, the closer from the previous night merely forgot to extinguish it on the way out.


So there we sat for a few minutes in downtown Davey, eating Kind/Clif bars, sipping water and contemplating where we had gone so wrong in life.


We must have been making a fair amount of noise because it wasn't long before the town greeter was summoned and showed up to welcome us all to Davey. He was very thorough and enthusiastic about his job and made sure to stop by and say hi to everyone.


Had to play roadie for a about a mile coming out of Davey, fortunately the gravel roads were busier than Davey Rd was and we didn't encounter a single vehicle on the pavement.





Seems like the winds picked up a little bit while we were enjoying them at our back, the turn back south and southwest was markedly chillier.



The wild life we encountered did not seem to care about the wind and were out soaking up the sun.


By the time we got back to the Fallbrook area we were plenty chilled so a quick stop at SchillingBridge was in order for a little warm up and socializing.



SchillingBridge pretty much ended the official part of the ride but after a warm up a few of us decided to head down to the Haymarket area and hit up Hiro 88 for lunch. The kids of the 90s were all glued to their phones but the food was good, so there was that.