Temporary is a relative term...

I have to say that I am absolutely loving the weather that we have been having here lately and I for one hope it stays around as long as possible. Hard to believe that we are steadily in the upper 60s to lower 70s in October or that this time last year the temps were in the 20s and there was snow on the ground already! I managed a ride through Wilderness Park last night and to be honest I can't remember when the last was that I was out there, it seems that it was always muddy when I tried to go so it just became habit to ride elsewhere. I am glad I made it though it really is one of the best rides in Lincoln and the trails were awesome last night; I am amazed that I almost never see more than a couple of people out there at one time.

Looks like the ONLY bridge that connects the Pioneers entrance to the rest of the park is still closed "temporarily"... it says so right there on the sign after all, however since it's been closed for over two months now temporary is becoming a relative term especially for something that was supposed to take two weeks. They really have fortified the blockage now because the only thing worse than having a blockage is having things escape around said blockage. This is the first time I have been out there since it was closed on Aug 17th but according to the article in LJS it seems that there were several people who decided that the bridge should be "temporarily re-opened". I hope they get it inspected soon and either make the repairs or deem it safe for use, it really does cut out a huge section of park if you come in from the Pioneers entrance.

It is possible of course to either skip this section or ride it as a loop and then use the Jamaican trail to link up with the rest of the park, I contemplated just turning around and heading back home after being effectively stopped up by the blockage but decided to forge on instead and I was not disappointed as the rest of the park was in great condition as well.

I veered off at the Rock Island bridge/YMCA entrance since the daylight was beginning to burn out and I still needed to get back before dark. It seems that while the city hasn't been inspecting bridges punctually for structural integrity they have been eradicating all the graffiti they could find by smearing what looks like left over rectal blockage on the urban art that used to be on the bridge.

Its kind of a shame I thought the colorful graffiti made the bridge much more interesting than the poop brown they chose to paint it but what do I know.

 

I guess some of it could be that they have placed new signage on the trail below the bridge concerning the eleven people that died there and as everyone knows death and graffiti just don't mix but death and poop often do. I guess I can only hope that the weather holds out a little longer and that the city can put down their paint brushes and chain link fencing long enough to get the bridge inspected and reopened sometime this year.

Two wheels, one world... one gear.

Everything moves in cycles, everything revolves, what once was new becomes old, old becomes retro, retro becomes cool, someone decides to do it all over again and the cycle starts all over again. Fashion, cars, styles and even bicycles, what was once old and outdated is rotating and becoming the thing to have again; the more things change, the more they stay the same. As some of you know, and more of you should know, this is national bike month, during the month the powers that be try to educate people about the benefits of biking and try to encourage more people to start or get back to biking. Why anyone would stop biking has always bewildered me but most adult American's give up riding a bike about the time they learn to drive and get a car. I had a few issues at that end of last month with one of my bikes, I still believe that it might have secretly been trying to kill me. Trying to find a rim became way more difficult than it really needed to be and that left me with a void on a daily ride. I eventually found a rim and it is in the process of being built as we speak... well probably not as we speak because the bike shop is closed but it is in the works. A funny thing happened on my quest for a new rim, several visits to various bike shops around town left me drooling over all the orphaned bikes looking for a good home. The stars aligned, the moon turned blue, the heavens opened up and I think the lord himself came down and spoke to me... or maybe it was just a long haired, gypsy looking bike mechanic, sometimes I get them confused but the result was the same. I have been eyeballing the Redline Monocog for several years now but never pulled the trigger on the purchase... until NOW!



There have always been several things about this bike that just kept calling to me, old school Chro-Moly frame, single speed and 29 inch wheels and a sweet price tag but for one reason or another I just kept walking away. Not anymore though I now have one of my vary own. I picked it up yesterday, not the runt of the little but not the biggest of the bunch either, with just the most adorable little button stem you ever did see... and I have it on good authority it's house broken. Of course I had to immediately modify and remove several of the "non-essential" parts that shops are required to bolt on before the bike rolls out the door.



I really wanted to take it for a ride yesterday but the weather just wasn't going to cooperate so today was the maiden voyage. I have been riding multi-gear bikes for so long it was a little bit strange getting used to having just the one gear but as the ride progressed a wonderful thing started to happen. With out gear selection always on the brain my mind had time to wander to other things and really notice things that just flew by before, of course I also wandered back to yesteryear. Redline used to be one of if not THE bike to have when I was a kid, in my neighborhood anyway it was either a Kuwahara, a Mongoose, Redline or a Schwinn Predator (yeah that's right Schwinn used to make bikes people actually wanted). I of course had a Montgomery Ward Open Road Excalibur bicycle, complete with banana seat, chain guard, and some pretty sweet fenders.



You can only imagine how it just irked my parents to see the fenders, chain guard and kickstand missing from the bike after the first week but what was I supposed to do I had to try to salvage some cool points somehow. All things considered it was a decent bike, weighed as much as a small car but it was sturdy and it was where it all began... and how can you not love the banana seat?

Riding on the Monocog brought a flood of memories of those years gone by and bikes had and long gone. It might not be the fastest bike, it might not be the most exotic frame material out there, it certainly isn't the most sophisticated bike in the world today but sometimes simpler really is better. I had a lot of fun riding the Redline today and I think that the fun is just beginning, for the price it is one of the best bike investments I have ever made, that and the added nostalgic trips down memory road it is going to give me I just can't see where I can go wrong. It might have taken 30 years but I finally got my Redline and about the only thing different about it now is the size of the tires and the fact that one speed is now a niche rather than the norm but how can you not just love matte blue and silver as a paint scheme. I might be the only person I know who goes in looking for a rim and leaves with a whole new bike!

It's coming... the sound of bike chains, sweat and good old fashioned dirty fun!!

Psycowpath you know you wanna look! If you build it they will come! I have been racing the series for about 3 years now, haven't really made it to every race yet but who knows maybe this is the year... then again maybe not, life can sometimes get in the way of play. The series has been getting more popular every year and now it looks like they are finally breaking off from the Nebraska cycling news site and starting up one of their own, now I am all for biking in any way, shape or form but I am all about the dirt.  I am really psyched for the site since it will be all single track rather than needing to sift through the roadie things, no news about criteriums, no skinny tires a new site all about the fat tires and the people who love them. This is my site, it is almost better then porn... almost!

Still The One

Every once in a while something happens that makes me think that maybe true love still does exist; that maybe there really is someone for everyone, that perfect match, that soul mate. Tonight while running some errands I stopped for a bite to eat and saw this adorable elderly couple who happened to stop at the same place; it was very sweet to watch as he walked around the car and helped her out of the car. I know that this maybe doesn't seem like that big of a deal really but you have to picture this man, probably in his 80's, who isn't quite as steady on his feet as he once was but that didn't matter to him. What did matter to him was that he was there for his wife to help her out of the car since she also isn't as steady on her feet as she once was. He slowly made his way around the car, opens her door and helps her out and together they slowly make their way inside hand in hand. It was a very romantic gesture because obviously it would have been much quicker had they both just gotten out and walked in on their own but he took the time and effort to come around the car and she took the time and the understanding to let him so that they could walk in together. I watched them as they sat there smiling, laughing, touching each other as they ate; while their bodies were getting up there in age the look in their eyes and the way they interacted together said that their love was still young, still bright, still as strong as it was when they first met. I don't know for sure that they had been together for 40 or 50 years but I would like to think that they had, maybe part of me needs to believe that, to believe that love can still overcome all obstacles, that it can survive in even in today's "me" society. Sometimes hope is all we have to cling to, hope that there is something better out there than where we are now, hope that someday 50 years from now I will be able to walk around the car, open the door and have a hand waiting there for me to help out of the car, to hold as I walk into the restaurant, someone to share all that I have to offer. Is that too much to ask?

River City Shoot Out...

The second race of the season is officially in the books and I gotta tell you the day was absolutely perfect for racing, I am so glad they waited that extra day because yesterday was cold and overcast… who wants to race in that? I finished 6^th again which seems to be my spot since that is two races in a row. Whenever I start to think that 6^th is not all that good, that it is middle of the pack I stop and realize that it is a top ten finish and that the other five guys that beat me are not your average Huffy riding folks on the street they are guys just like me, guys that ride for the love of it, guys that put in the hours and miles during the week guys that share a similar passion. In that perspective 6^th place is actually pretty good, especially when you consider that I am not 20 something anymore, hell there are people who are my age working on their first heart attack, some working on their second heart attack, sitting on the couch eating, drinking and smoking themselves to death… me I’m trying to kill my self on a bike, not a whole lot of different except it leaves a much better looking corpse. I have friends a lot younger then me who won’t even ride with me because they think I will try to kill them, I won’t but you might wish that you were dead since riding works a few different muscle groups then what they are probably used to giving a good work out to.

I guess there is always room for improvement in everything I just got to figure out how to get out of the number 6 slot and by that I mean upwards because 7th place would not be 6th but it also isn't the right direction. 

Got a lot of great pictures... look here to see if your mug is one of the lucky ones.

"To accomplish great things we must not only act, but also dream, not only plan, but also believe."

~Anatole France~

Sometimes it really is up hill both ways...

Flat it was not, 800 feet of climbing is what it was, 70 it was not, 50 if you were lucky is what it was, sunny it was not, windy and over cast is what it was; one lie always seems to turn into another and another and another. The kick off to the Psycowpath season was today at Maskenthine Lake and other then the fact that I was out on the bike doing what I love to do it sucked; but a crappy day on a bike is better then a good day off of it. Over all the whole experience was great, I thoroughly enjoyed the trip as it got me out of Lincoln, I got to spend time with good friends and I got to leave my sweat on a new and strange soil… what more could you ask for? Remember when your parents or grandparents used to spin the yarns about how they had to walk everywhere and it was always uphill? Well other than the walking part the course seemed to be all uphill, not sure how that is possible one would surmise that what goes up must go down but it just never happened, there were little sections of downwardish hills but nothing compared to the uphill, the course was either bumpy as hell, wet and tacky or tight and twisty; it seemed like every time you started to maybe gain some speed one of the afore mentioned obstacles would get in the way causing a rapid and complete loss of speed. This definitely was a challenging course that probably would have been better suited for later in the season. It did however point out that I need to work harder.

The trip up was good and we got a few funny stories from the whole event (that I may share later), memories that will last a life time… and free shit, you gotta love the free shit.

"Memory is a way of holding onto the things you love, the things you are, the things you never want to lose."

From The Wonder Years

Observations from the saddle of my bike...

I have been riding bikes of one kind or another since I was old enough to keep my balance on two wheels. It used to be that my bike meant freedom, freedom to get where I wanted to go when I wanted to go there before I was able  to drive. My first bike was a hand me down no-name orange and yellow, single speed bike with moustache handle bars, it was two sizes too big for me I couldn't even touch the ground without listing severely to one side or another; I think it was the size of the bike that helped me to learn to ride I was scared spitless of falling over if I stopped moving. I eventually moved on to 10-speeds and then on to BMX bikes where I found my niche until the Mountain Bike found its beginnings. Looking back on those BMX type bikes I have owned in my time I can't believe how small they look now but oh what sweet memories those bikes still have in my mind. My first real decent bike was a Mongoose, back when they didn't have more then one, next up was a black red-line, then a Torker and finally on to a GT Pro Performer. I had a love for all things chrome back then and paint was what you got on your bike when you couldn't find a chrome one in stock. After riding bikes for any amount of time you either learn a few things about interacting with the world on a bike or you give it up because of too many close calls.

Riding a bike you learn your surroundings much more then you do zipping by everything in a metal casket on wheels. You almost can't help but notice things you never would in a car, you notice that the road isn't as flat as you once thought it was all those time you drove on it. You realize that there is a HUGE difference between pavement and cement, you learn to appreciate 10 miles for more then just a 5 minute journey by car. You really get to know the difference between 5 mph breezes and 20 mph winds and which one you would rather ride in, you learn to better judge whether or not that cloud just looks like rain or is rain; generally only after getting caught out in one or two down pours though. After riding the same bike for awhile you really do start to form a bond with it, it becomes more then just metal and rubber it becomes a friend, a companion, someone to keep you company when everyone else abandons you and you ride alone. You learn what creaks, pings and noises are normal and which ones are not and whether or not the non-normal ones are major or if you can make it where you are going and back, if you don't you spend a loooooooooonnnnnnnnnngggggg time taking your bike for a walk rather then riding it because it never fails on the way out. One thing I have really started to notice lately is how open spaces are disappearing , places that used to be open fields last year suddenly spring up as apartment or housing developments, this is especially troubling if you have a preference for the dirt over the "road". I guess it is progress and there is money to be made for building the next newest, greatest development but couldn't we tear down the slums and build there rather then just let the inner cities rot while the rich spread further and further from the center? I don't pretend to have all the answers but I think if more of us spent some time biking through our world and really getting to know where we live I think we would not be so quick to pave over it all. Cement is not the answer!

 

"They took all the trees, and put em in a tree museum
And they charged the people a dollar and a half to see them
No, no, no
Don't it always seem to go
That you don't know what you got 'til it's gone
They paved paradise, and put up a parking lot"

~Counting Crows~