Boxed in!

Whew!  I made it into the box and I’m going to get to go to Tucson!  You just don’t know, dear reader, how excited that makes me this year.  What?  We do this every year this time, you say?  Yes, but….humans are so fragile.   Some humans think bikes are fragile, but, you know, there are some really old bikes out there still working just fine — look at any L’Eroica style event!  Steel bikes can last a really long time, but humans?  They last a while, but repairs can take so long.   Sigh….

So, you know all about that little episode with my human just before we were set to leave for the Southern crossing.  Galanas is still feeling bad, but nary a scratch on that bike despite the human cracking the helmet and sustaining a pelvic fracture.  In the end, I had to make the trip of shame back in a cardboard box while the human recovered.

Then, by the time human recovered, winter was approaching up here in the north.  The humans got some hiking in, but no riding for me.  So, life should have returned to normal for us, eh?  Blah….no.

Turns out, humans are fragile (I said that already, didn’t I?).  Well, and here I get a little fuzzy because humans are weirdly put together (not like a beautiful steel bicycle), so bear with me as I try to describe things in terms I can comprehend.  It turns out my human has bad genes.  Best as I can understand it, that would be to a bike like using defective steel for my frame tubes.  If my frame were made from bad steel, I could rust out; the human’s bad genes mean defective patches (I think they call them tumors) can show up in the human’s tubes even if they take care of themselves.

OK, now here’s where I get confused.  My frame is a simple, closed diamond frame — top tube, down tube, seat tube, stays and a fork.  Simple.  The human also has tube-ish things.  You know how the humans are always eating, right?  Well, that’s the start of their tubing.  They push food in one end, it travels through their plumbing, generating the fuel that gets us down the road and then finally it uh…errr…well, we won’t go there.  Fragile.  But, that’s the problem with my human…those bad genes caused a blemish spot on the plumbing and the human had to go to a specialized human mechanic to have it removed.

Here, again, this all doesn’t make a lot of sense to me…so to me a blemish is rust and it is just a little steel wool, some anti rust, maybe paint and I’m back on the road, no?  Well…fragile…fragile.  The human had to have a whole section of the plumbing removed and reconnected.  Really?  The human explained it to me as if we cut out 1/2 my down tube and 1/2 my top tube out and bent the pieces to reconnect.  Say, what?  That sounds terribly painful, not to mention disastrous for a bike, but that can work for humans?  Really?

But, here, apparently, is where humans have an advantage — they’re more malleable than bikes.  Painful and fatal as that sounds to a bike, the human is doing fine.  Sure, it was painful and the human had to stay at the shop for several days, but after several weeks now, the human is looking good again.  The human’s mechanic wrote a clean bill of health — no more of those rusty patches exist and they didn’t spread.  The mechanic said , “Get back to life.  Go ride those horses.”  Wait?  Horses?  Sigh..human mechanics… sigh…but I am a trusty steed, am I not?!?!?!?  Hmmm…maybe the mechanic was right.

So, the human and I are headed to Tucson.  The human is out of shape having only done light activity for quite a while.  In Tucson, we’ll ride one leg a day and play with Susan and the lunch crews for the rest of the time, all while Edwin and his human get to ride.  Weird, eh?  Edwin will ride and my human and I will do support?  Well, guess it is his turn.  Well deserved for him and his human, if you ask me.  They need the vacation more than us.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Chicago

Yep, that is where I am.  Chicago with Frank Sinatra crooning, “Chicago, Chicago, that toddlin’ town…”   Uh….I know it is wrong to speak ill of the dead, but I think he got it wrong….pretty sure he wants to use “toodlin'”, not “toddlin'”.  ‘Cause every bike knows toddlin’ leads to fallin’, but toodlin’ gets you where you’re going.  And, you know, I’ve had enough falling lately, eh?

But, speaking of toddlin’, I hear the human is toddlin’ around pretty good these days.  The bad leg is taking about 1/2 body weight which means the human can stand upright without crutches.  Walking?  Blah….still needing both crutches to maneuver in order to distribute the rest of the weight.  So, still toddlin’.  But doing stairs and getting better at it.

Rumor has it, the human may try a coffee-shop “ride” this weekend.  No, no….not toodlin’ down to our favorite Black Canyon in Wales with me or Galanas…no, no, going to be a while before that happens again…sigh….  I mean, toddlin’ over to the local Collectivo with crutches.  Edwin’s human has been helping the human to do laps in the condo’s parking lot.  Gotta get in a few more laps before they hit the street, but Collectivo is the goal.  If not this weekend, next weekend, for sure.

Besides, a goal and some activity are necessary.  Not just for the human…but….you see, I’m a little concerned about…uh….the human’s….uh….errr….lack of activity and constant fuel intake.  You see, I’ve learned a thing or two about humans over the years….they need fuel (unlike me, where a little chain lube and grease and I’m good to go!).  Too little fuel and together we end up stalled on the side of the road; too much fuel….sigh….not a pretty site….I am *not* going to be hauling extra weight on my saddle next spring!  No sirree!

That human had darn well better learn to regulate fuel intake and figure out a way to get some activity over the next couple of weeks!  Or *I* will have to suffer the indignity in spring of dealing with an overweight *and* slow rider…grrrr.   As soon as I get back (Monday, I hear from the UPS people) and out of this box (yeah, NC Bob, I may have to get Edwin’s human to do it, ’cause I gotta get out of this box), I’m going to be kicking that human of mine…laps in the parking lot, chair yoga (yeah, that’s a thing, who’d’ve thunk?), anything to keep some level of fitness.  We have a date with Spring riding (and maybe PAC Tour Historic Towns in February) and the human is keeping it!

For my Southern pe’eps, today is their ride to Dog Beach to see the Pacific.  NOAA says cloudy and a chance of rain.  Oooo…hope that isn’t an omen and just Mother Nature getting it out of her system.  But, with Harvey and now Irma wreaking havoc….wishing the best for my pe’eps as I following them along their way.  Have fun, fellow bikes!  Carry your riders, well!

 

 

Well, That was Short

So, here I am sitting in the van on my way to San Diego, happily chit-chatting with several of the other bikes.  We’re having a great time and we’re all looking forward to our humans arriving on Friday to take us out for a ride (after all, comfy as the van is, the happy place for a bike is on the road, not in a van).

Anyway,  as happy as I was, I suddenly learned that as soon as we reach San Diego, I’m going into a cardboard box and getting shipped back to Milwaukee.  WTF?!?!?!  My human is out of service.

Turns out Galanas and Blue took the humans out for an easy spin on Sunday.  Emphasis on “easy.”  That meant flat bike trails, not the hilly road route the human and I normally take.  Should have been a no brainer, but…as Galanas and the human crossed a bridge on the bike trail, Blue threw Edwin’s human and then Galanas lost his footing and threw my human.  Both of the humans went down.

Now, Galanas is a bit more of a prima dona than me (would that be primo don?), but he’s still a steady bike.  So, what gives?  Apparently, shortly after the humans went down, a runner came by, stepped onto the bridge and slipped a little.  The surface of the bridge was covered with a very slippery moss.

Anyway, Edwin’s human was fine.  Just a little banged up so they went home to get the car.   My human couldn’t walk, let alone ride, maybe a broken hip.  So while they waited for Edwin’s human to get back, my human hobbled to the nearest street using Galanas as a crutch (oh, the indignity of a bicycle becoming a crutch — what we do in the service of our humans).

So, off to the emergency room they went.  Turns out it wasn’t the hip that was broken, but the pelvis that broke during the fall.  The human will be limited to “driving” crutches for the next couple of weeks while the fracture heals.  So, no Southern Transcontinental for me!  Bummer.

We were ready, too.  We’d addressed all the issues we’d had last time with better training — focusing on longer, back-to-back weekend rides interspersed with faster, shorter weekends, making sure we didn’t over train, and we even addressed and worked on desert hydration (gotta keep up the salt).  Heck, the human was even riding into work overdressed to try to convince the body that getting over-temped was “normal.”

But, now that I’m approaching San Diego, it is time to get back in a box (sigh), head home and put the human back together again.  Because if the human thinks this is the last attempt, the human has another thing coming.

Nothing Left to Do

And now the waiting begins.  We think we’re ready, but only time will tell.  Last long ride is done; last set of intervals accomplished.   Now, we wait and find out if it was sufficient.  Is the human ready?  Over trained?  Under trained?  Wrongly trained?  Ask us again in Ruidoso.

But, *I*’m ready.  I have new cables, a new chain and a new cassette.  My frame has been polished and everything lubed and oiled to perfection.  On Thursday, Edwin and I will go down to Sharon to get packed into the trailers and driven to San Diego.  Whole!  Not in a box!!!  We’re going to get to hang out with Route 66, and the bikes of some of our most favorite-est PAC Tour crew bikes for the drive.

And, we hear that there are also some bikes from Wisconsin and Illinois coming along.  It will be good to get to know them because…well…you know my human…slowest thing on 2 wheels….so we don’t get a lot of time to talk to other bikes as they whiz by us every morning (“Hey, good mooorrnnninngg… (woosh)”).  And, sigh…Moots isn’t coming this year….we’re really going to miss Moots and rider.  Sigh…just won’t be the same….

…but of course it won’t be the same.  It will be different.  New people, old people; new bikes, old bikes; new routes, old routes…..and, of course, Mother Nature will happily throw in new twists….rain when you don’t need it; headwinds when you’re tired…yeah, always different.

But, is the human engine ready?  Beats me.  This year, we trained differently.  More long weekends with longer rides (always 120-150 miles/day), but also more easy weekends to recuperate (hey, the human engine is getting old).  This pattern seemed to let us build up some good miles for the long weekends, but….when the human got hurt, we also found ourselves moving slower…(yep, apparently, slow can become slower…who’d’ve thunk?).

So for the last 6 weeks the human has been doing intervals.  We pulled back sooner on the long rides and focused on short intervals and shorter faster rides.  It seems to have worked and we’re toodling a little faster, but…you know, the thing about riding is that speed is relative.  One day it is hot, so your speed is down; another day you could be sluggish, but it is cool and the winds favorable and you ride faster.  So, are you really stronger on that second day?  How do you really know?

But the riding is over.  Last time we over trained; this time, I think we’re risking taking too much down time, but we’ll see.  Now it is just organizing and inventory.  GPS routes are generated and loaded. We have enough salty drink mix for several desert days….the human is not going to get chastised this year by Susan, “We don’t drink water in the desert!”  Ice sock packed and read.  Riding just enough to keep the legs fresh, but not tired.

And focusing on the first goal as put succinctly by the rider of that pretty Waterford from Indiana, “You just gotta get through the mountains of New Mexico.”  Yep…Ruidoso….ask me in Ruidoso and I’ll tell you if our training worked.

Egads! What a month!

What a frazzled wreck I’ve been, dear reader!  Seriously.  Frazzled and frayed!  Literally for my rear derailleur cable (which is now finally replaced), but mentally because my human motor almost blew the big trip for us (sigh…again…sigh).

Let’s see.  We left off back in May.  Things were going awesomely.  We were putting in the miles, our speed, while, the usual slow pace for my human engine, wasn’t so far off to be worrisome and then….WHAM!  The human wakes up on a Monday morning and can barely move.  Pulled a back muscle?  Threw a kidney stone?  We may never know (and the human’s mechanic…what do you call them? A doctor? isn’t sure either).  Either way, the human and I didn’t get out for almost 4 weeks!  Four weeks!  That’s an eternity when you’re training for a big ride.  And one of those weeks was Memorial Day.  Explicative, to say the least.

Well, the human persevered and we got back on the bike in June.  Slow at first.  And our first away weekend got cut short because the human said no further.  But, as sudden as the human’s problems started, they ended.  And the next weekend, we did back-to-back 200K’s from home.  Things finally started to look up.

But…the problem is, now it was the beginning of July.  So we picked up and headed out to the Driftless Region.  5 days of riding.  Up the hills.  Down the hills.  Fun, eh?  Oh, I forgot to mention the headwinds and the heat.  Maybe not quite so fun.  Big headwinds on the way out that turned around almost at the same time that we turned around.  Blah.  And, since the humans were carrying everything but the kitchen sink in the panniers, that wind really, really slowed us down.  But, it is pretty country, so maybe going slower is OK, eh?  And we got in a solid weekend of riding.  4 centuries in hill country.  Not bad.

But, before I move on to the rest of the story, I have to tell you, dear reader, the worst thing my human ever did to me!  Worse that being a lousy engine, worse that leaving me locked in a box and bouncing around the hold of an airplane.  Oh, yeah, totally worse!  The human took me on a limestone bike trail…in…the….rain!  WTF!?!?!?!  After 3 miles I had more dirt and mud on me than paint!  To the human’s credit, when we got to Mt. Horeb, we stopped at a car wash (really…a car wash) and I got sprayed down.  And at the hotel got more TLC, but, oh, the indignity of all that mud.  Such a sorry state, I was.

But, I digress…and I must get to my final story….sigh…I just don’t know if I should be livid and green with jealousy?  Or happy for my sibling bike Galanas?  I should be happy, but…..OK…you tell me.  So, at the end of our 4th of July weekend, my shifting went wonky.  Nothing made it happy.  So when we got back, I had to go see the mechanic.  Fine.  The human and I don’t go out for fun weekends but every other weekend, so not a biggie, right?  Wrong.

You see, the week after the 4th was PAC Tour’s Wisconsin Week.  Lots of friends were coming and Susan offered to shuttle the human’s car from Beloit to Dodgeville so we (and I mean we….Edwin, me and the humans) could ride with the group.  Cool, eh?  Oh, wait….except I’m at the bike shop.  Sob.  I’m laid up.

So, did the humans not go?  After all, I, the most beee-uuu-ti-ful and trustworthy bicycle could not attend, so they shouldn’t either, right?  Hrrrrmpphh….oh, they went alright.  My human took Galanas and Edwin’s took Blue (boring, name, eh?  But Blue is a pretty bike…maybe not as pretty as Galanas (or me!), but still pretty).

Now, I should be happy for Galanas because he has never ever gotten to ride with PAC Tour.  Never gotten pampered.  Never sat on a PAC Tour rack with all the fancy bicycles.  And, you know, if he hadn’t come back gloating about how much fun he had and how fast the humans rode, maybe I would.  Sigh…I missed the ride.  But, I take consolation that some of the humans took notice that I wasn’t there; some of the humans worried about me.

And, of course, I will be getting to ride the Southern….things are finally starting to look positive.  We may have lost some speed with that layoff, but we’re back training.   And, with a little luck, we’ll be ready come September.

 

The Mother Nature Challenge Ride

Well, dear reader, at its heart it was to be a simple ride for pizza (not just any pizza, the best pizza in the state, pizza!).  First an overnight at our new favorite Friday night stopover at the Riverwalk Inn in Fort Atkinson.  They like bikes so, course they’re OK by me — and Fort Atkinson has the Bent Kettle tap room that the humans seem to like.  But for me, the ride from home to Fort is just a really nice, low traffic stroll.  Perfect for a Friday night, get out of town stopover.

The plan was that on Saturday, the human and I would get up early, do our pre-dawn toodle, stop for breakfast and then together with Edwin and his human head up to Sauk City for pizza.  Simple, eh?  Two long centuries for me and the human; a 70 and an 80 for Edwin and his.  Perfect…right in line with training.  Except we forgot about Mother Nature…and one should never, ever slight Mother Nature.

But, we checked the weather….all good.  Mid 60’s.  Cold overnight, but we expect our pre-dawn rides to be cold and slow.  Predicted winds were “nagging”-strength as Lon would say, head and slight tail on the way out to Sauk City; cross and slight tail back.  Or so NOAA said; Mother Nature had another plan.

Heading back into town from our Saturday pre-dawn ride, the winds were already picking up.  Probably around 10-12 out of the NW.  And, our direction for the day,  you ask?  NW.  And if the winds at 6:30AM were 10-12…a small dread was building…or, was that just dread we felt or was that the laughing and taunting of Mother Nature?!?!??! Hmmm?!?!?!?

Wasn’t a good feeling, that was sure.  So, we stopped for breakfast and then headed out.  By half way we were riding in our granny gear full-time, even downhill.  The wind was strong.  Mississippi strong.  Needless to say, the human accused me of being “fat” whenever we headed up hill.  Uh, excuse me?  I don’t think so.  *I* didn’t put a rack on my tail and *I* don’t require a change of clothes and a warm fleece at night and *I* don’t need a generator hub to see in the dark…oh wait, I do like the generator hub even though it makes me a little slower.   Suffice it to say, it was a very tough day.

But, the pizza, as always, at Windmill was awesome (although my human embarrassed us by eating enough pizza for 2 large factory workers…sigh…and the human called *me* fat…but human’s need fuel and we burned a lot that day).

The next day we needed to ride back into town.  Due east and the winds were supposed to be NW.  No worries, right?  Uh…no.  The winds stayed due north with a slight east, but compared to the previous day not too bad.  So, was Mother Nature maybe going to be nice to us for the second day?  Nope…turns out the first day’s challenge was headwinds; the second day’s challenge was river crossings.

Apparently, it wouldn’t be sufficient to only have a strong crosswind on our 80 miles into Oconomowoc so Mother Nature flooded some rivers and encouraged some road construction for a total of 3 detours.  Three — in one case our detour had a detour.  Worst part, each one had us heading south for a few miles just so we could fight the strong north wind to get back on route.  Arggghhh….

But, it is all training.  And the training is moving forward.  We road for 9 hours on Saturday and got in a 10 hour ride on Sunday.  While we want to be doing 10 and 12 hour rides on the weekend, it is not yet Memorial Day.  And for that weekend, the human is promising me 3 days of riding.  Woohoo!

Hi Ho Hi Ho…Its off to work I go

Yeppers….today I went to work and got to hang out with the commuter bikes.  Of course, the human shackled me to the rack and I had to explain to the beat up bikes that *I* didn’t think I was more special than them, but it was the *human’s* fault.  What can I say?  We’re in the basement and all the humans that come by seem very nice….still…I am a very pretty bike.

But, why did I get to go to work?  Weekends!  The human is in training for another southern crossing (woohoo!  4 weeks of riding!) and that means we get to take weekend rides.  Not as in “we ride on the weekend”, but as in “leave the house on Friday night, ride all weekend to places unknown and ride back just in time to get to work on Monday morning.”  300 miles of riding!  Yay!  But….

Does the human realize that we will be crossing the desert in September?  Does the human not remember the 120 degree temperature reading on the van in El Centro?  I am beginning to wonder.  You see….it is April and just because NOAA says it will get to 60 degrees does *not* mean that it is 60 degrees at 5AM when we head out for our pre-breakfast ride!  I want you to know, dear reader, that it is (explicative) cold yet.

Oh, sure, Clyde says those temperatures are balmy, but *I* don’t commute.  Edwin and his human sleep in and join us for breakfast so they didn’t understand my complaints.  Oh, but *this* morning they did.  Oh yeah…this morning even they had to get up early and ride.  Ha!  See if they can move any faster when it is 35 degrees out!  Ha!

But, I’m a happy camper…despite the cold, I’m basking in a glow of a long weekend and, maybe even looking forward to the next.