Pedal Pushers

First Group Road Bike Ride, 2012

2012-01-21T21:01:00.000-08:00

A good lead sentence should have been, "It was a beautiful day, sunny, and a 5 mph wind." Conditions couldn't have been better...

OK, the temperature was in the 60's which made it cold (chilly) for us Texans, but who could stay indoors with a 5 mph wind? We don't see many of these days, so 10 of us decided to brave the chill and try to overcome the Thanksgiving/Christmas excesses. (Current weight was one of the main topics at re-grouping areas)

Rick Ogan led out and set a brisk pace. Note his suitcase for a saddle pack.

Soon, Rick and Brian Backlund were setting a brisk pace. I was just happy to keep them in camera range.

Rick and Brian stopped on top of "The Hill" more out of tradition of re-grouping rather than necessity.

Mike Blakeman finishing what is called "The Hill". Cameras do not accurately portray what bikers overcome. For instance, as far back as can be seen, the road starts a progressive incline. At the peak of the incline, my Garmin read 10% when I downloaded.

Backing up just a bit, coming up the hill are Mark Seals, Velma Ogan, and Mike. During the re-group period, of course, the conversation was how the hill was rougher with the extra 10 pounds we may have been carrying compared to last year's rides.

Going down the hill, Brian eased up so I could pass and take a photo.

Velma on the other hand never eases up. I had to peddle like crazy to get a profile shot.

Next stop. Christine and Mike rolling into the little town of Knickerbocker.

Liz Rappe (right) shows Mark some damage to her rear wheel from her trainer. Liz met us at Knickerbocker to ride Guinn Road with us.

Rick and Velma. By this time it was getting warmer and Velma stored her jacket in Rick's "suitcase."

Fresh on the ride, Liz led out down Guinn Road.

At the turn around point on Guinn Road (pavement turns to caliche road), Jerry Middleton came riding in. Jerry was to meet us at Knickerbocker. When it didn't look as if he were going to show, we took off. Jerry, I still don't have your cell phone number to coordinate. We would have waited...

Mike reaching the turn around point.

As well as Christine.

Leading off this time was Velma. She had caught her second wind and was heading home. About 15 miles remaining.

Jerry was about to leave us at the next intersection to cut across Dove Creek settlement to his house.

At Jerry's turn off road, I wanted everyone to see even though we are still brown, we have had some moisture already this year and the tire tracks prove it.

Besides rain, this was our back yard less than two weeks ago. Maybe we will have bluebonnets again this year.

Mike and Rick on a cool down lap at the equalization bridge staging area. Great way to start a year. Good ride. Good weather. Good roads. Great company.

A Little Tribute to My Big Sister

2012-01-10T14:02:00.000-08:00

My sister didn't imagine my reaction to her Christmas present to me. Fumbling through the program booklet and the photos in the gift bag she let me clumsily discover what she had done. Speechless then eyes welling with tears I realized that she and my brother-in-law had made me a part of a monument to honor Illinois women who had served our country in the military. Even as I write this I can't help getting emotional.

I grew homesick for my side of the family as Christmastime grew closer, so I made Roy and Stephen come with me on a two day drive way up north to visit. The gathering places around Princeton, Tiskilwa, and Putnam, Illinois (small, rural farming towns) included my sister's home, Tiskilwa's two taverns/cafes (in England they'd be pubs), and other rural settings. Every few years I love driving through the Illinois prairie farm land to feast my eyes on the rick, black earth and neat, isolated farm houses.

Back to my sister. She shows her love for and honors my mom by making my mom's dishes just the way Mom did. (Believe me, there are no short cuts.) She shows her love for us by making these dishes for us every Christmas. And we love it!

She has spent untold hours on an impossibly slow computer and travelled thousands of miles to research the genealogy of four of our family lines whose members served in or contributed to the American Revolution. She did all the work to enter the Daughters of the American Revolution; I simply signed my name to the papers to do the same as a result of all her efforts.

Then comes the monument located in Mt. Vernon, Ill. The town; the DAR, whose mission is to promote historic preservation, education, and patriotism; the American Legion; and many other entities' and individuals' donations and efforts led to the completion and dedication of this tribute. There was even a parade with floats at the dedication. My sister Sharon and brother-in-law Bob were there, too.

Sharon at the dedication ceremony

"To Honor All Women Veterans" and "those women who have served" is inscribed on the base supporting two statues: one a depiction of Molly Pitcher from the Revolutionary War and the other of Maj. Tammy Duckworth who is a member of the DAR and was present at the dedication.

After her wounded husband was carried off the field during the Battle of Monmoth, Molly Pitcher continued her husband's duties of clearing the cannon barrel with a ramrod and loading the cannon until the battle ceased due to darkness. She was later honored and recognized by Geo. Washington for her service.

Maj. Tammy Duckworth was a Black Hawk helicopter pilot in Iraq when the craft was struck by a rocket-propelled grenade. She lost both legs and the partial use of one arm. Since her recovery she has dedicated her life to public service, has continued her service in the National Guard, completed the Chicago Marathon twice, and has resumed flying as a civilian pilot.

My name, rank, and service years are engraved on a brick in a wall with women such as these. There also are the names of women from the Revolutionary War, World Wars I and II, Korean War, Vietnam Conflict, to the present. Some were present during the attack on Pearl Harbor; others were in Normandy nursing the wounded just after D Day. I'm truly humbled to be listed in their company.

Thank you, Big Sister. I love you.

Happy New Year

2011-12-30T11:08:00.000-08:00

2012

Traditionally the new year is welcomed with a burst of Robert Burns' "Auld Lang Syne." The song begins by posing the question, "should old friends be forgotten?" Christine and I decided some time back that our friends and experiences of biking should not be forgotten and we started documenting our good (and sometimes bad) times with our biking avocation and adventures. The endeavor had nothing to do with new year at the time. We enjoyed riding but have a propensity to "forget" what we did, where, and with whom. Hence, we started writing up our rides so that we would remember "old times." And we wanted others to join us on our rides, so we wrote some beginner's pages to let people know there are common problems as one starts riding, so don't get intimidated and not join the crowds.

Similarly, "Auld Lang Syne" is a call to remember long-standing friendships. The concept fits right in to friendships developed during group rides, as well as discovering friendly people on tours. We do not wish to forget any of the special people we run across and feel honored to publish pictures of the special people in our blog stories.

So as 2011 ends and we welcome 2012, we pause to reflect on the good times we had, the people we have met, and then wonder how 2012 can top our past adventures.

We are never sure of the future, but a good way to start it is to wish everyone

HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!

Auld Lang Syne

Should auld acquaintance be forgot
and never brought to mind?
Should auld acquaintance be forgot
and days of auld lang syne?
For auld lang syne, my dear,
for auld lang syne,
we'll take a cup of kindness yet,
for auld lang syne.

Should auld acquaintance be forgot
and never brought to mind?
Should auld acquaintance be forgot
and days of auld lang syne?
And here's a hand, my trusty friend
And gie's a hand o' thine
We'll tak'A cup o' kindness yet
For auld lang syne.

"May there be a goodly share on every table everywhere".

A Christmas Card to All

2011-12-20T19:34:00.000-08:00

A Very Merry Christmas to All

from Roy and Christine

Stille Nacht

Vienna Boys' Choir

http://youtu.be/4puLybRGSAw

T'was the night before Christmas

2011-12-12T20:28:00.000-08:00

Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.

The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St Nicholas soon would be there.

The children were nestled all snug in their beds,

While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads.

And mamma in her ‘kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled our brains for a long winter’s nap.

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.

The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight tinny reindeer.

With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be St Nick.

More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name!

"Now Dasher! now, Dancer! now, Prancer and Vixen!
On, Comet! On, Cupid! on, on Donner and Blitzen!
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!"

As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky.
So up to the house-top the coursers they flew,
With the sleigh full of Toys, and St Nicholas too.

And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Down the chimney St Nicholas came with a bound.

He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot.
A bundle of Toys he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a peddler, just opening his pack.

His eyes-how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow.

The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath.
He had a broad face and a little round belly,
That shook when he laughed, like a bowlful of jelly!

He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,

And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself!
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread.

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the stockings, then turned with a jerk.
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose!

He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ‘ere he drove out of sight,
"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night!"

Credits:

Clement Clarke Moore (1779 - 1863) wrote the poem Twas the night before Christmas also called “A Visit from St. Nicholas" in 1822. It is now the tradition in many American families to read the poem every Christmas Eve. The poem "T'was the night before Christmas" has redefined our image of Christmas and Santa Claus. Prior to the creation of the poem St. Nicholas, the patron saint of children, had never been associated with a sleigh or reindeer!

The display was part of a trolley car Christmas lights tour that some members of the San Angelo Bicycle Association participated in on 12-12-11. The display of small, three dimentional tableaux is presented by the Greater Santa Rita Homeowners' Association and Santa Rita residents.

Christmas Bicycling

2011-12-05T08:01:00.000-08:00

The San Angelo Bicycling Association has already had a lot of fun in the Christmas spirit. But first, let's set the stage with a cast of characters. We have Mrs. Claus

Santa

And a lot of little helpers.

This weekend was packed with Christmas fun. On Saturday, December 3, the club participated in the Concho Christmas Parade, and on Sunday, we held the annual Ride Through the Christmas Lights along the Concho River. The lights ride is for all of San Angelo and especially families and kids.

The parade was among the kick off activities of San Angelo's Christmas celebration that lasts until December 31. To lead the Christmas cyclers, we had Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer,

AKA Christine Jones along with Dorothy Langdon.

Followed by Santa (AKA Roy Jones) with Gene Potter, the incoming SABA president.

And lots of helpers on the ride. Rick, Liz, and Velma.

Debbie and Bill Yohman

Connie Dunagan

Kevin and Becky Dierschke

And many more riders. Of course there were lots of floats; a sampling below:

No parade is complete without the horses.

And off we go. It was quite dark so we were glad the parade directors insisted on all participants, floats, etc. to have lights.

It was a lot of fun to hear the kids (and big kids) shout "There's Santa" and "Hi Santa".

The route was dark. This is one of the "official" pictures taken by one of the parade organizers.

Next day: Ride Through the Lights

Despite the weather of "feels like 36" with a threat of rain (did sprinkle on us), a lot of "big kids" showed up.

But this is what the ride was all about.

Santa led the group out, but was quickly overtaken by some young riders.

And then more riders.

Kids demonstrating our club's no-drop style of riding. "Fast" ones hold up and wait for the others to catch up.

And while we were waiting, Rick and Velma roll in with their tandem. Before the year ends, we really want to thank Rick and Velma for all their help and work for the club this year. Velma served as the vice-president and did an outstanding job. And Rick was the high non-officer volunteer of the year. Thanks, thanks to both of you.

Not many of Santa's photos came out so I would like to end the story with the coverage of the event by our local television station: Follow this link

http://conchovalleyhomepage.com/search-fulltext?nxd_id=149647

A New Beginning

2011-11-27T15:40:00.000-08:00

Christine's new bike.

For those with a discerning eye, yes, we have crossed the line. New adventures in the wilderness. New trips into pastures. New, fearless treks on super chunky chip seal.

Roy's new bike.

Note, not once have I called the bikes Mountain Bikes. That is because mine is more of a Hill Bike, and can't even make it up some of the hills, much less any mountains.

No snickering from anyone from San Angelo. This was our first outing. You have to start somewhere. For those not from San Angelo, Strawberry Trail is a short, flat, winding course for kids and the cautious. I think I saw some training wheel ruts, but I have to admit, once I got over 4 mph, some of those curves were challenging.

Christine negotiating a turn on Strawberry Trail. (Editor's note: The uber-caution was precipitated by the falls on each the two previous mtb rides...otherwise I'm pretty much fearless.)

With our feet now wet, we ventured off onto a nature trail that led to a bird watching station.

When you peep through the fence, this is what you see. But if you ride back there, you scare all the birds away. Sort of defeats the purpose of going to the bird watching sanctuary.

Back in civilization, Christine decided she was just going to stick to the paved areas. She was going to take it easy on our first outing despite the fact it is hard to take it easy in 54 degree weather with the wind NNW at 22 mph and occasional, interesting gusts of wind. She was trying out some of her new cold weather gear and it worked. (Now I think I hear snickering from other parts of the country such as Edie from Massachusetts or Wilbur from Minnesota To them, 54 is a balmy afternoon. Not sure if they have wind up there, haven't heard them complain about the wind but have heard mention of snow drifts.)

I, being more adventuresome, decided to get off the paved road as I was now on an off-road hill bike. Winding Snake Trail was a ~~little~~ lot more challenging than Strawberry Trail. As the sign says, Winding Snake would just zig and zag for a longer time than Strawberry.

Not.
The silly snake they named this after liked to zig and zag up and down hills.

Forgot to mention. Rapidly way back on Strawberry Trail, I found you could not just ride along and take a picture of the scenery or surroundings such as you can on a road bike. On a "mountain bike," one is using the upper, lower, middle part of the body and hopefully have the brain engaged. So, the pictures posted are for the most part taken from a stopped position. If I recall this terrain correctly, I did not stop to take a nice picture. I stopped because my "mountain bike" couldn't make it up this hill.

Huh? I was finally on some relatively flat terrain but the sun was in my eyes. I decided to "slow down" as I did not know the trail well enough to go "fast." I was blinded so I stopped--and in the sun--it appeared my trail just disappeared. How could the trail just end? As my eves adjusted, some tumble weeds had blown into the trail blocking it. I did a cyclocross maneuver and continued on my way.

It was way down the path when it dawned on me. Why didn't I move the tumble weeds? Another biker moving much faster than I was could round the corner for a big surprise. Could be an oweee.

Slowly I came out of the wilderness and almost back into civilization.

I said slowly.

Ta Dah. Civilization AKA Burkett Trail. Has a water fountain and rest room facility. A jumping off point for mountain bikers who know what they are doing--and can do it.

Me? It was time to start heading back to the staging area. I took this trail. (Forgot its name). Christine, who met me at Burkett Trail, decided to continue on the paved areas and would meet me back at the parking lot.

Going back was not all downhill and smooth trails.

The obligatory fall.

All of our mountain bike friends tell their war stories of falling, bruising, bleeding, and landing in cactus/thorns. So now I have mine. One can see that the trail is on a slight decline with a curve. I was going pretty fast, probably 6 mph, and hit the sand on the outer part of the rut. Front wheel went out from under me and plunk! When I hit the ground, I slid backwards a little, just enough to slide into a cactus thorn.

Although I did not bleed or bruise, I now have my war story. And I hope that it is my worst one in all of the upcoming adventures on a real mountain bike.

All's well that ends well. And my end didn't have any remaining thorns that needed to be removed.

Post script: On the return route, Christine became adventurous and took a short cut back to the parking lot using Tasajillo Flats. She negotiated it quite well and may even join me on the next ride as I seek out flatter trails, fewer rocks, fewer hills, less steep inclines/declines, fewer thorns, fewer cacti, fewer tumble weeds, fewer tight curves, and less sand. And a spa at the end of the trail.

Springtown Spin

2011-11-08T07:33:00.000-08:00

Springtown Spin

Springtown, Texas

We had never been to the Springtown Spin, and as of a matter of fact, had never heard of Springtown before. But we had a free weekend between local events and headed out for a new adventure. Turns out, Springtown is just 16 miles northeast of Weatherford (Peach Pedal). The ride at Weatherford was south of Interstate 20. The ride at Springtown was north of Interstate 20. So? We assumed that the terrain would be similar--somewhat level ride, some nice rolling hills with a few 8% grades thrown in. Well, the short story is the terrain North of the Interstate is hill after hill after...

Although it was toward the end of October, the weather was still nice, and over 200 riders lined up for the start.

As I was taking this picture, I heard a clatter behind me. I looked around and...well, I will let Christine tell you in her own words. ("All I'm going to admit to is that the incident was one of those beginner errors which has happened to 'all of us.' Knowing this didn't make the fall less humiliating. And the ride hadn't even begun! I unclipped my left foot but mysteriouly my weight shifted to the right. My elbow and knee are nearly healed.")

I like farm/ranch scenery, and I found this scene rather humanistic. I call this shot the Cow Chow Line. (Enlarge)

Immediately into the ride, the rollers started rolling.

Inclines never seem dramatic in a camera shot. But my bike is so sensitive that it thinks going up a handicap ramp is Pikes Peak, Colorado.

Of course you have to get off a hill sometime, it just seems you pedal for a mile getting to the top and roll down for a quarter mile.

So that I will not over exaggerate, there were some flat parts to the ride.

Rural road (one lane)

Road leading through a tunnel.

Christine loves downhills. She can coast faster than I can pedal down a hill.

Repeatedly, on this ride just as soon as you roll down a hill, you look up and see another one coming up.

I don't know. It was just a statue in the middle of a field and I thought it was neat. Surely there is a story behind it.

This ride reminded us of Munster. Sixty miles similar to our local Burma Road.

Even Munster and Burma Road have their "downside".

And then the long stretch back into town.

End of story? No. There was a BBQ lunch waiting for us at the end of the ride. It tasted so great. But, they had started feeding the short rides at 11 a.m. We got our sandwich at 2 p.m. Note to ride organizers. Don't put all your sandwiches out at one time.

As I mentioned, they tasted so great. I ate the very same things that Chris did, but by the time we freshened up and changed clothes, Christine was having stomach aches. It became worse and worse. Her stomach bloated like Jabba the Hut and although she has a high pain threshold, she hurt.

By the time we got to San Angelo, it was emergency room time. We spent most of our Saturday night in the ER while Christine was treated for food poisoning.

What a memorable weekend. An embarrasing fall with cuts and abrasions, sixty miles of hill after hill, food poisoning, and a sleepless night. Can't wait for next year's Springtown Spin.

Six Hours of the Dinosaur Race

2011-10-18T18:16:00.000-07:00

Six Hours of the Dinosaur Race

San Angelo, Texas

Saturday October 15, 2011

Mountain bike racing was a new experience for me. Not racing, just being at a race and seeing what all the riders endure...and enjoy.

Marlon Miller was "rarin" to go as Michael Hall looked on. But before one is allowed to take off on the journey, there were hours of planning, coordinating, and hard work involved behind the scenes.

The San Angelo Bicycling Association, of which we are proud to be a part, and MAC Racing of San Angelo teamed up together to put on a six hour mountain bike race.

In an over simplified manner, our six hour mountain bike race consisted of a nine mile circular course. Riders raced each other to see how many laps they completed in six hours, day light and night time.

There are several communities which have six hour races, and ours is called the "Dinosaur" because our local State Park has a "Dinosaur Trail", and yes, there are dinosaur tracks, and teachers take their elementary children out to the Park, and a ranger shows them the tracks. (Editorial Comment: the fossilized tracks are really giant amphibian tracks, but nobody wants to say "6 Hours of the Giant Amphibian Race" or "Giant Amphibian Trail."

Hence, "Six Hours of the Dinosaur."

The details of putting on such an event could fill a book, so all will be spared of that. Besides, people and the event itself are more interesting.

Being a road biker who mostly goes on organized tours, I could not understand, when told that mountain bike racers do not need "rest stops," that they bring their own food and drink. Now to me, that would mean a Camelbak and three jersey pockets full of food. As I learned, the racers had a "feed zone." Here, Anke, Rick, and Tamra started their stockpile of food.

As it gets closer to race time, the feed zone became busier.

Shot of the "admin" area from the feed zone. The pavilion housed registration, the official timing location, and extra food and liquids for racers and volunteers.

Before the race, there was time for relaxed, happy poses. Kathy Walker and Tamra Roberts were all smiles. As well they should be. Jumping way ahead of the story, Kathy and Tamra placed first in the Female Team category.

No event can be held without volunteers. Shown here are four of the five volunteers from Goodfellow Air Force Base...

and sponsors. Not shown were MAC Racing, Concho Bike, and 3 D Plumbing.

The race was to be held from 3 p.m. to 9 p.m. A little before 3 the pre-race briefing was held with the individual and first lap riders of teams.

Kevin Dierschke (red jersey) briefed the riders as to how the start was to be held. Kevin was a key figure in setting up the whole race. He laid out the course, marked it very well, as the ride was to be at night also, and hand-made the unique and beautiful trophies.

Just an example.

John Gonzales, Marlon Miller, and Neil McSpedden listened intently to Kevin. Eric (with head down) probably just heard about "big hill", cactus, and thorns.

The race started with the riders making a small loop while jockeying for position. John Gonzales rode past the official start location.

Brandon Burrage and Michael Hall officially started their ride. Brandon was lead-off rider for his male team, and Michael was an individual rider.

The start of the race was deceivingly easy.

On to Dinosaur Trail.

The Park Service started a project to clear some of the mesquite trees. "Old timers" lamented the loss of some of their trees that would let them know where they were.

Then on to "Big Hill". Only the strong make it up this hill.

No matter the angle, a camera never captures how steep a hill really is.

Kyle Olson arriving at Cougar Point which is half way around the lap.

Dorothy Langdon (yellow) and Dionnie Hoelsken (pink)

Velma Ogan at Cougar Point

Kathy Walker appeared to still be having fun.

Marlon Miller

Eric Ortiz (Lubbock) in lead, Thomas Hindman (Midland) trailing. Eric was in the Male Team category and Thomas was Male Solo.

Pumkins greeted the racers at night from Cougar Point, carved by David Durbin.

Created by Brian Haynes. Thanks, guys.

River Bend provided some good scenery thanks to a blessed, recent rain.

Pretty view...

unless you are dodging the prickly pears.

Surprise, surprise, another hill.

Leaving River Bend provided a little respite.

Nearing the end of the course was another stretch of nice scenery.

Fewer cacti, but watch out for the trees at night.

And just to keep one awake, some cacti are just beyond the tree stands.

As the racer went through the gate, the pavilion was in sight--marking the opportunity to do it all over again.

Got interesting at night. Two riders came in and this was all you saw.

Dionnie Hoelsken. Happiness is completing 6 laps and placing second in the female solo category.

Awards Time!!

Right after the paperwork was finished. Justin Smith was rapidly talleying the last numbers to see how everyone lined up

which gave the racers time to socialize.

Stephen Langdon, Christina McBride, and her daughter.

People started to gather around as award time was about to begin.

Scott White. 1st place Male Solo.

Thomas Hindman. 2d Place Male Solo.

Christina McBride shown with Dionne Hoelsken.

Tamra Roberts and Kathy Walker with their 1st Place Female Team trophies.

Velma and Rick Ogan, 1st Place Coed Team.

Joy Smith. Joy has volunteered for just about every event held by SABA this year. Joy, you are much appreciated.

Marlon Miller came in 4th on the Male Solo. However, the trophy he is holding was for different, memorable event...

a rider with a broken wheel. At a time trial earlier this year, Marlon's wheel came off just after he had started. If that hadn't been bad enough, a bike mechanic had just worked on the bike earlier in the day. The mechanic--Marlon.

A big thanks to the racers, volunteers, event directors, and helpers, and all who contributed to this article.

Next year's 6 Hours of the Dinosaur Race is already in the planning stages.

Hope to see all there!!!

Mount Locke Race

2011-10-09T19:48:00.000-07:00

Sunday

September 18. 2011

Fort Davis, Texas

Mount Locke Race Day

We got up early in order to get to the staging area and catch a shuttle bus up to the top of Mount Locke. (We didn't take a shuttle one year and the hike was a toughie until we were picked up by a kind soul who had authority to drive up to the finish line).

On the way, we would pass riders warming up for the upcoming race.

Staging area for the 7-mile racers. Somewhere in the crowd were Rick Ogan, Brian Backlund, Bill Yohman, and Marlon Miller from San Angelo.

Up there was their destination.

Staging area for the 1 1/2 milers.

Present was Ed Todd, Midland Reporter Telegram reporter, and good friend.

Enlarge the photo and the road up to the finish line looks like it goes forever.

One of the observartories on Mount Locke. The McDonald observatories are operated by the University of Texas. Hook'em Horns!

Across the way on Mount Fowlkes is the third observatory.

Road on the way up.

At the finish line were some of the main squeezes of the racers (except Christine Jones). From left, Velma Ogan (Rick), Christine (Me), Debbie Yohman (Bill), and Joy Smith (Marlon).

The 1 1/2 milers began to arrive. The girl placed third in the ladies' category.

Girls enjoying themselves as all they had to do was root for the riders.

Some made it up the 17% incline.

Some didn't. The lady was encouraging her husband. There was no criticism in her voice.

It was a tough climb.

Hats off to this rider. He still had enough legs to stand and pedal.

While recumbants do not have a reputation of being hill climbers, this rider proved the stereotype to be wrong.

View of the riders. Best to keep the head down rather than see what still lies ahead.

San Angelo Mount Locke challengers at the finish line. Marlon, Rick, Bill, and Brian.

And Ed.

He made it!!

At the awards area, Ed has his Mount Locke hat and is about to be awarded the Red Lantern award (last up--but made it).

And the San Angelo racers show off their Mount Locke hats. A lot of work to earn it, but gives the owner year-long bragging rights. Great job, guys!

Pineywoods Purgatory

2011-10-03T20:53:00.000-07:00

Pineywoods Purgatory

Lufkin, Texas

October 1, 2011

The area around Lufkin is a stark contrast with the Fort Davis area. Fort Davis, in far West Texas is mountainous, almost treeless, and has great scenery with great rock outcroppings. Lufkin is far East Texas. LOTS of hills, trees everywhere, and has great scenery of giant pine trees.

As I was unloading the bikes at the staging area, I looked at the next isle and there was Martin (Cowboy) unloading his truck. Besides his congeniality, Martin is unique in his attire. Most of us run around in tennis shoes and baseball cap; Martin is a real Texan.

At start time, it was 58 degrees. Most as can be seen braved the chill. Christine and I had arm warmers plus Christine had leg warmers and an extra shirt under her jersey. She rationalized that there were about 40 degrees difference in our usual riding temperature. Does one need an excuse? Nah, just be comfortable.

Ready for the start.

And we were off.

Christine and Martin taking advantage of the relatively flat start.

Which ended right out of town.

And we started the rollers.

Leaving the main highway 103, we turned onto FM 1819. A nice shady lane that would have been nice in August.

FM 1819 had its share of rollers.

First rest stop. Christine showing off her one of her favorite jerseys, a Pineywoods Purgatory jersey she acquired some years back at the event.

Rest stops are always welcome, and well attended.

The last of a downhill section before the next "up".

Tall pine trees providing shade. We had not yet entered the Davie Crockett National Forest area.

No, the rest stops were not that close together. We had covered another 12 or so miles.

Right after the rest stop, we got behind a bicycle club that was staying close together, and they had a lot of big guys. I don't think I have mentioned that as we started out we were into the wind. As we turned on 1819, we headed into the wind. As we were now traveling along FM 1911, we headed into the wind. Drafting behind the big guys was a survival technique.

Lest one gets the wrong idea, there were a few "flat" stretches. The first time we rode Pineywoods Purgatory, looking at the ride map, I asked a local where the hill "purgatory" was. He said they all were. The ride is called purgatory as there is always one more hill to climb. And, Pineywoods Purgatory has a nicer ring to it than Pineywoods Hell.

The old bridge has been one of our favorite scenes. Note that soon, riders will not experience crossing the wooden floor.

Back to shady lanes.

Our next old wooden bridge as can be seen, has no side rails. Which was not to the advantage of a rider just behind us. Previously, we were warned not to ride the planks as our tires would get stuck. Ride in the middle and only face possible splinters. Although exact details are unknown, a rider behind us must have gotten stuck in one of the planks. He fell off the bridge and we heard suffered gashes.

The emergency response was quite fast and efficient. Two ambulances, one fire truck, and a police car responded to the rider. (The bridge was just down the road from a rest stop so we watched all the responders go by).

As we left the rest stop, we went down a small hill and most riders are in the big chain ring to get the most out of the decline. However, I recognized the spot and tried to take a shot of what was around the approaching corner--and shift into the small chain ring.

Just around the corner, the road takes a swift incline. At one point I glanced down and saw 11%. A person just in front of me said his Garmin registered 13% before the top. Either one, if the rider does not adjust fast enough, a stall out is predictable.

And then the lane lets the riders take a breather.

This is a continuation of FM 1911. So? At the intersection of FM 1911 and highway 69, riders have the decision of going straight and riding 70 miles. Or, one can turn right and ride 50 miles. We were at mile 38. I told Christine, let's turn right for 22 miles and have the fajita lunch provided at the Civic Center. We would have gotten back into town around noon. She said no, let's go the 42 more miles. If we miss the lunch, we can have steaks later. Above, I gave it away as to who won the debate.

So we had 42 more miles of "purgatory".

Always a silver lining on a cloud. The next rest stop had my favorite cookies. No way was I not going to eat the cookie before taking off and take the chance of another downhill.

See the bikers across the road in the shade? It was not because of exhaustion.

This rest stop had a deli. Great modified subways. So the riders took their sandwich across the highway and had a picnic. We stuck with cookies as we did not want to spoil our appetite for either fajitas or steaks.

At Alazan, Texas, we onto FM 2782 for a very short while. The wind was almost to our back--not totally, but almost.

Shortly after intersecting with highway 69, there was a series of inclines that went on forever. This is the last of the series.

Then back to rollers on FM 843.

Our last rest stop was sponsored by the Army. Christine had to tell all the soldiers of going through boot camp at Fort McClellan, Alabama and of her short military career.

Lieutenant Christine PlumleyPineywoods Purgatory one day".

And back to Purgatory, always one more hill.

As we were re-entering town, the highway shoulder was coned off to direct--and protect the riders. I liked the safety precaution as we were once more on a major highway.

This is the statute of Angelina (Little Angel) at the Civic Center. Angelina was the interpreter between the Spanish Franciscan priests and the local Indian tribes. Among the tributes to her, the local college is named after her as well as Lufkin being in Angelina County.

Yes, we made it back in time for the fajita lunch. And guess what we had for dinner.

Fort Davis Cyclefest..Scenic Loop

2011-09-27T12:33:00.000-07:00

Fort Davis Mountains

Fort Davis Cyclefest

September 17, 2011

Early morning line up. Temperature was brisk but not cold.

However, Christine had on her arm and leg warmers.

Brian braved the chill.

And we were off. Just a comment. This write up with pictures may be a little long..BUT, it was after all a 75 mile ride. And it could be argued that this ride is one of the most scenic rides in Texas. We just will not mention it to the rest of the ride organizers in Texas.

Going to the town of Fort Davis was a mixture of ups and downs..mostly downs as one could register an average of 20 mph without trying.

Being passed by Rick and Velma. Velma would say that she is giving me encouragement, but in my head I heard "slow poke".

And off they went.

The first 10 miles in the foothills are deceptive. It looks flat but there is a 1,000 foot increase in elevation.

Brian Backlund at the first rest stop.

Christine is starting to peel off layers of clothing.

Rick and Velma purposefully waited for us at the rest stop. Otherwise, I would not have seen them again until the end of the ride.

From rest stop 1 to rest stop 2, we get into rollers and a little more scenery.

Rest stop 2. Next rest stop is on top of Bear Mountain..way up yonder.

So group picture before the long uphill.

Not sure if Christine is pointing to one of the many thorns along side of the road or just getting feeling back into her hands.

But later, she pointed to a creature in the road and told me to make sure it got across the road. I wasn't sure that you could lead a tarantula, but lightly stomping on the pavement had him (her?) moving toward me. Uh, can they jump?

Then the silly thing turned and started back across the road from which he had come. So I let him be and hoped he made it.

Which pleased Chrisitine. Plus we were starting into more scenery so just ride along with her.

All of our photos don't pick up the pink shade of our Texas granite. You will need to use your imagination.

Stark evidence of the April fires.

Last shot before we started the climb up Bear Mountain. Bear (Christine calls it Bi--h Mountain), a slow long climb, culminates in a 1 1/2 mile climb that ranges from 6-8% grade. And picture taking was the farthest from my mind during that time.

Christine noticed my haggard look and asked if I would like a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. "YES, PLEASE!"

Going down Bear Mountain is fun, but the speed and chip seal are not conducive to taking one hand off the handle bar to take pictures. But eventually, the terrain leveled somewhat allowing the moving photographer to "point and shoot".

Then we started up Fisher Mountain.

At one point Christine asked me what the grade was..10%. Shouldn't have asked.

Fisher also wears one down.

But, the views are pretty if one bothers to look up.

Brian is on the side of the road encouraging Christine to keep pedaling.

And she does..

And makes it. Note the smug smile.

I put this picture in as it is the only picture showing the drop off from the Fisher Mountain rest stop. The long decline is one of the rewards of climbing up Fisher..I hit 47 mph going down..Christine went faster. I mention the drop and speed as the decline set up a serious

Cognitive Dissonance:

This is the feeling of uncomfortable tension which comes from holding two conflicting thoughts in the mind at the same time.

Just before take off from the rest stop, I grabbed another wonderful frosted cookie to eat on the way down. I had it in my right hand as I mounted my bike and started downhill. I built up speed so fast that I did not have time to start eating the cookie.

Cookie in my right hand and holding onto the handle bar meant that I could use only the left hand brake. All bikers know that you don't brake with the front wheel. That is the fly-over-the handle-bar brake.

Dissonance increases with:

· The importance of the subject to us.

· How strongly the dissonant thoughts conflict.

· Our inability to rationalize and explain away the conflict.

Face it, cookies are important to me. But the speed made the going unstable.

I tried feathering the brake but the speed was such that I really didn't slow down.

Dissonance is often strong when we believe something about ourselves and then do something against that belief. If I believe I am good but do something bad, then the discomfort I feel as a result is cognitive dissonance.

Do I drop the cookie?..Noooo. Do I retain the cookie and face injury or death?..Noooo.

Cognitive dissonance is a very powerful motivator which will often lead us to change one or other of the conflicting belief or action. The discomfort often feels like a tension between the two opposing thoughts. To release the tension we can take one of three actions:

· Change our behavior.

· Justify our behavior by changing the conflicting cognition.

· Justify our behavior by adding new cognitions.

I was at break-neck speed and had to do something.

Dissonance is most powerful when it is about our self-image. Feelings of foolishness, immorality and so on (including internal projections during decision-making) are dissonance in action.

What to do. What to do. I wanted the cookie, but not the possible consequences.

I dropped the cookie.

If an action has been completed and cannot be undone, then the after-the-fact dissonance compels us to change our beliefs.

My after-the-fact dissonance compeled me to believe that it is better lose your cookies that to eat them from a hospital bed.

As a reward, I treated myself to a double scoop ice cream cone that evening--although that was an after thought, not part of my rationale at the time.

Still downhill but not as steep.

When part of the McDonald Observatory comes into view, one knows that the finish line is within 20 miles. The rains never got to our area.

Besides announcing the entrance to the observatory, riders that have ridden the Fort Davis Cyclefest know that this is the start of another great, long downhill stretch.

I am not sure of the downhill grade but it consists of hairpin turns and some sections with that little retaining wall the only thing between the rider and a steep drop off the mountain.

Which explains why there are no pictures of the downhill stretch.

Although this part of the ride is not quite as exciting as the part behind us,

the total downhill is about 10 miles..with the exception of one hill dubbed "The Wall".

More evidence of the fast moving, wind-driven wildfire.

Brian, Christine, Velma, and Rick patiently waiting for me to finish. My rationale for people already being at the finish line when I top the hill is that I am a recreational rider, and just finished recreating for 75 miles.

Prude Ranch, the start and finish point of the ride, is a popular dude ranch with activity year round.

I wonder if I can borrow one of their donkies to carry me up Bear Mountain next year.

Limpia Hotel verandah after showers, steaks..and double scoop ice cream cone.

Yep, already have reservations for next year.

I Am Woman. Hear Me Roar

2011-09-24T14:03:00.000-07:00

By Christine Jones

On this perfect Texas autumn day we rode on our best road surface for hundreds of miles around to little Christoval about 15 miles (25 km) away in very little wind. Chad, Brian, Liz, Roy, and I kept a pace of 15-18 mph on the gentle rises. Our good friends always hold back for us on our social rides, at least on the first leg. We rested and replenished supplies at the turn-around spot—the local convenience store. Shortly, Velma and Rick, having missed our departure time by a bit, caught up with us at the store. What a beautiful day.

Beginning the return leg I announced, “I’m going to just enjoy the ride on the way back.” In bicyclese that means I wasn’t going to try to stay with the leaders.

For a short change of scenery we rode through the main street of Christoval. Won’t do that again as Velma got a rear tire flat. No matter, Rick is a quick-change artist of bicycle tires. Off we went with the now increased wind to our backs. I was at the rear as I said I would be, but could see the group up ahead. Roy was only 30 or so yards in front of me. Not one minute after taking off again…bump, bump, bump. “Flat!!” “Roy!!!” “ROY!!!!” “FLAAATTT!!!!!!” “HEEEEYYYY!!!!!”

OK. Someone will turn around to check, see that I’m not there, and return to help. Or someone will stop to see if I catch up, and when I don’t, return to help. Or if they don’t check for a long time they’ll eventually turn around to help. I’ve never had to change a rear tire. It is difficult, especially with arthritic thumbs… Been to two pink wrench classes; get to work. Take out tools, new tube, CO2 canister. Unlatch brake, loosen wheel release, remove wheel, free one side of tire with tire tool…surely, someone has noticed I’m not coming…feel the inside of tire for the culprit, ouch, there it is, use tweezers in the little Swiss Army knife to pull out the dadblamed miniscule shard of rock…how could they have not missed me…blow some air into tube, put half of tire onto rim, poke tube stem into rim hole, poke tube into tire…gee, not even the traffic is stopping to help an old lady…make sure tire isn’t pinching tube against rim…where do they think I am; what do they think I’m doing…screw on top to CO2 canister, loosen stem tip, apply CO2…Whoosh…it worked! Bounce tire…good…now to get the tire onto the frame, put cassette inside chain loop, drop the frame onto tire…come on, come on…drop frame onto tire…oh, it worked! Latch, tighten, latch.

It took what seemed forever, and dirty chain grease was all over my fingers and on my shorts where I’d wiped my fingers, but…I did it! Line up gears…they must be finished by now…try not to get grease on handlebar wraps, turn on rear blinky lights, push off, finish ride. Still a beautiful day.

Only 2 miles from finishing (perhaps an hour after the flat) I saw our blue car coming toward me. I indignantly told Roy, "Wait for me at the parking lot. I don’t need a SAG, now.”

Lessons learned/silver linings and all that. I’ll stop telling folks not to wait for me, that I’m just going to enjoy the ride, to go on ahead. And I changed a rear tire all by myself!!

“I am woman. Hear me roar…” because Roy sure can’t.

Fort Davis. Downhill Ride.

2011-09-19T10:28:00.000-07:00

Fort Davis, Texas

Friday September 16, 2011

From Fort Davis to Balmorhea, Texas is an 1,800 ft. drop in elevation over 37 miles and is a favorite activity before the Saturday 75 mile ride at Fort Davis. So a few of us agreed to meet and ride downhill on Friday also.

But first, when we arrived at Fort Davis, we wanted to see the extent of damage the Fort Davis area suffered during the April wildfires.

It was heartening to see Texas native grass growing robustly around a scorched bush.

One could see scorched rocks and vegetation where the fast moving fire roared through, but miraculously houses would still be standing. Not all buildings in the effected area made it unscathed, but a surprizing number did.

Unique wooden gate made it through the fire. Where there is green growth is where the fire had blown through.

Then it was time to ride. Rick and Velma Ogan met us at the Limpia Hotel and had brought their tandem to try the hills. Recently (just before the Bastrop fire), they had tried out the tandem at the Bastrop/Buescher State Park hills and did fine..other than ruining a rim on a pot hole.

Brian Backlund (way up behind Rick/Velma) was also staying at the Limpia and was to ride downhill with us. Christine and Ismarelda were to SAG for us.

Modernization comes slowly in the mountains.

There are two major reasons riders travel from Fort Davis to Balmorhea..the downhill aspect and the great scenery along the way.

Brian hung back with me to enjoy the scenery. Last I saw of Rick and Velma, they were pedaling together on the downhills. I was conserving my energy, for what I don't know, just conserving.

And rubber-necking all of the roadside scenery.

The wildfire burned all the tall desicated growth. If there were enough rain then grass could grow.

There was a thunderstorm building just over the hills. As Rick and Velma had ridden from the Prude Ranch and, therefore, had to ride back, they turned around about this time. And unfortunately, the replaced rim had some more work to be done on it which meant that on tomorrow's 75 mile ride, they were going to have to ride their individual bikes.

Brian and I continued to brave the elements as we knew our SAG team was just down the road.

Christine and Ismarelda parked at Wild Rose Pass to pick us up.

And Christine had time to smell some of the wildflowers that sprouted after the fires.

I talked about downhill, downhill. Well, there were a few UPhills also. Brian completes the climb up Wild Rose Pass.

EVENTUALLY, I made it up the hill.

Since we had climbed up Wild Rose, it was only fair to let us ride down to the bottom of the pass. The girls agreed to go down the hill and pick us up down there.

And coasting downhill will provide us with pleasant memories for a long time.

Preparing for Fort Davis

2011-09-12T07:47:00.000-07:00

This was a special, busy weekend and most of the Saturday group were occupied elsewhere. Among the regulars there are policemen, firefighters, and military.

However, a few of us felt we needed some more hill practice to prepare for this coming weekend's Fort Davis Cyclefest. To get in all of the activities of this Saturday, an early start was indicated.

The ride was to be a 36 mile out and back. Terrain starts out in the flat cottonland area and slowly inclines to the outlying rangeland hills around San Angelo. Then, after about 7-8 miles, one gets to practice hill climbs.

Rocking Chair ranch marks the beginning of the hilly section.

Thus begins our 5% warm up hills.

One (me especially) needs a running start at the upcoming hill. It looks deceiving but right after the next rise, a climb starts, and, as the road curves to the left, the climb culminates in an 11% grade.

Which calls for a breather. (Just because we are practicing our hill climbs does not mean we have to hammer the whole route; after all we like our easy-going social rides). Brian and Liz put on their "What hill?" faces.

After another 11% climb, the terrain levels out to 5% rollers. (Jerry, you can memorize this and when you get to feeling better, I will not have to call out the grades to you so you can gauge your effort).

The end (18 miles) is in sight. A little ways down the road, we start our last out-going climb that starts out slowly and ends at a 5% grade.

Liz completes the half-way mark without effort.

But my bike needs a rest at the forced turn-around point.

Remember the last climb before the turn-around? Well, we get to roll down for a little over a mile on the way back.

We need downhill practice for Fort Davis as there are some mighty steep drops in the Davis Mountains.

Have fun now; we pay for the ride up ahead.

One more hill and our practice session is about over.

On the flats, we meet up with Dan and Leann Waldron. Dan and Leann had a previous commitment and couldn't start out with us but left from their house and had almost as many miles as we at this point.

Liz and Leann get to chat as we head back to the cars. Although the wind was not really a factor, it sure is nice drafting behind a tandem.

The ride--for Brian, Liz, and me--is over. Dan and Leann start off back to their house which was only about 15 miles to go.

A couple more local rides to go and off to the Davis Mountains.

Hotter'n Hell Hundred...The Ride

2011-09-08T13:34:00.000-07:00

Hotter'n Hell Hundred

Saturday, August 27, 2011

Wichita Falls, Texas

The extreme heat we had been experiencing in Texas prompted the HHH promoters to experiment by starting the 100 milers at 6:15 a.m., an hour earlier than the normal starting time. The official racers, Scorchers (fast riders), Keepers (people like I who have completed the 100 miles but not at bragging speeds), and Hopefuls (speaks for itself) lined up for the early start.

Oops. Four thousand riders took off early. It was reported that 100, 65, 50, and even 25 milers "took advantage" of the early start. Our group may have fudged a little ourselves. I had already decided that I would ride the 100K as the heat had been taking a toll on me this summer.

With 4,000 taking off early, that left 7,870 to start at the traditional time of 7:05 a.m. right after the jets from nearby Sheppard AFB performed a "fly over."

Although the promoters were a little disappointed that so many took off early, they did acknowledge that it reduced the congestion at the rest stops, and there were considerably fewer accidents in the first 20 miles.

Liz Rappe', Christine Jones, Roy Jones

The sun was still trying to come up and our eyes still trying to open by the time we arrived at the first rest stop.

Leaving civilization at Iowa Park was an easy task as the intersections were well manned to control traffic--and riders.

After miles and miles of rather flat terrain, one easily forgets that there were some rollers along the way.

The good part of the rollers was that my Garmin documented grades from only 3-5%...enough to make the flat landers cramp by mile 30, but I never saw anyone pushing his bike up a hill.

Bicycle tube manufacturers had a windfall on this ride. I saw more flats this year than the last two years put together.

Rest stop # 2 routinely wins the best theme award. This year it was obviously a Christmas theme.

The cool theme did little to assuage the sun from beating down. We started to notice the heat at about 9:30. And there were still plenty of miles left.

By rest stop 3, there were lines outside the tents just to get in line inside the tents.

Brian Backlund joined us at rest stop 3. He had waited for the traditional start time--and caught up with us after 30 or so miles.

My kit of the day award...the latest thing: compression socks.

I have nothing against compression socks as they are touted to

provide extra support, increase blood circulation, and reduce blood pooling in the legs that can cause fatigue and leg cramps. It is just that I wish they could be more color coordinated.

I think I mentioned miles and miles and miles.

Rest stop 4 had more lines to merge into other lines. This rest stop served the 50 milers and 100K riders as the two routes met at the intersection.

Pulling up at the rest stop was Stacie Doughty who was riding the 50 miles with her sister who had just begun riding. Stacie, I was miles down the road before it dawned on me that I should have taken a picture of both you and your sister. Sorry.

The sun was really beating down by this time (it reached 109 F), so Liz decided on double protection. Sun screen and reflector. The sun rays would just hit her face and be reflected away. Well, that was my theory.

Miles.

We were, after all, in Texas. The pump jacks looked like giant praying mantises saluting the riders as they went past.

The communities really support the ride and riders. The locals were out to cheer us even at the 6:30 start. Here a group of small girls cheered riders as they passed their location. Next year if they set up a Kool-Aid stand, they would make a mint.

The neat ranch award. Note the two riders who sought refugee under the shade tree.

Miles, occasionally interspersed with an accident.

Rest stop 5 (or mile 50) anticipated the heat and took pity on the wayfarers. The spray was really refreshing.

Besides the spray, rest stop personnel were handing out snow cones. They forgot to tell Christine that hers was a pickle juice snow cone.

HHH volunteers really go out of their way to entertain and please the riders. If there had been shade and a fan, Christine and I would have over-stayed our welcome.

People were warned not to park their bikes in the "grass" on the right. Stickers abounded (we call them goat heads because the stickers look like they are covered with little, vicious goat horns), and there was a solid line of riders on the sides of the road with flats.

One of the many highlights of the day was the ride through Sheppard Air Force Base. It's difficult to tell how large the old B-59 bomber is.

Host pilots were happy to take the tourists' pictures so Brian, Christine, Liz, and I lined up in front of a missile.

Remember the warning about stickers?

Rita Whitby of Fort Worth experienced the damage from the nasty things. We pried out at least ten stickers from her tire. Liz gave Rita her tube because Rita had given her tube to a guy who had had about 6 flats.

The great A-10 "Warthog" tank killer.

Brian in front of a short take-off cargo plane, The C-130.

Oh yes, Sheppard was our last official rest stop.

Sheppard was our last rest stop, but first, one more picture.

Upon leaving the base, one gets to ride through a host of airmen all cheering us on--and they sounded genuine.

Got to admire the troops. It was well over a 100 degrees.

Tah Dah. Completed our fifth HHH!

There was live entertainment under the tent, but, boy, was it hot.

So, Christine had to partake of her favorite recovery drink.

And partake of her favorite recovery activity. I can tell by the satisfied look on her face that she is thinking of all the pleasant memories of the epic HHH ride. And already looking forward to next year.

Labor Day Group Ride...Brrr

2011-09-05T12:10:00.000-07:00

David Durbin, Steve Sloan, Rick Ogan, Velma Ogan, Joel Usher, Bill Yohman, Roy Jones

Labor Day was coming up so it was a great opportunity to hold a group ride and start a little later than our norm. Ten of us (three not shown) responded for a proposed 45 mile ride.

But a funny thing happened over the weekend. A "cold" front moved in plummeting our temperature down to 67 degrees at start time. Now I know that some of our friends from up North such as Wilbur from Minnesota, Edie from Massachusetts, or Rosemary from Canada think 67 is balmy. Not for some of us Texans. I had a long sleeve jersey on not for sun protection. Note Debbie in a light jacket, and Christine in long sleeves.

Debbie, Donna, and Christine had previously decided to just do a 20 mile out and back on Door Key Road, the rest of us came up 277 to the end of Door Key and back. On the return, we met up at the 277/Door Key Road intersection and some of us re-evaluated our plans. The wind had picked up to 20-21 mph and the remaining 12-13 miles would have been straight into the wind. Note Debbie in the pickup huddled up and David with arms crossed. The temp had increased to 70 by this time but with a NNE wind of 21, it was still chilly.

I did not have to ask Christine, Bill, or Debbie to demonstrate the weather conditions.

When one has been riding in 100-109 temperatures and then a drop to the 60-70's, we were cold.

So some of opted to ride back with the girls and wait for our temperatures to get back into at least the 90's! Yup, "Texas is a whole other country," and Texans are different, too.

Hotter'n Hell Hundred...The People

2011-09-04T16:49:00.000-07:00

NEW FRIENDS

The wonderful world of the cycling community. Biking, as well as life, has its ups and downs. This HHH was one of the ultimate UPs. Pictured with Christine and me is Edie McKearney of Plainsville, Massachusetts.

Meeting up with Edie was one of the highlights of the event. Late last year, Edie posted on one of my blog pages that she was a triathlete and was thinking of attending this year's HHH. To make a long story short, Edie started posting her training efforts on her blog, http://elicitsubstance.blogspot.com.

Edie and Christine

Back to the story, Edie is a witty, humorous, story teller who tries hard but doesn't take herself too seriously. We became almost what you would call pen pals over the course of her training. She had to put up with snow, ice, rain, bike problems, riding mishaps--but you would have to read her blogs on the above site to fully appreciate her trials and tribulations.

I was so happy when a local reporter came up to us Saturday afternoon after the ride and wanted an interview. Quickly, Christine and I pointed to Edie noting that she was from Massachusetts. Edie got the interview and it was published in the Wichita Falls newspaper on Sunday.

It was really great meeting up with Edie. It was like visiting with a old friend. I know we will be corresponding with Edie, and we hope to see her lined up for the 100 miles again next year.

THE SHOPPERS

Mark Seals, Brian Backlund, David Durbin

Almost immediately after entering the vendor area Friday afternoon, we came across three San Angelo friends. Shopping is one of the many reasons HHH appeals to riders.

But what they were really looking at were the HHH special edition bicycles manufactured just for the event. With the low, discounted price tag of $10,000, I would presume all of the bikes were scoffed up quickly.

The HHH official website stated that 13,241 cyclers registered this year. All but 241 were in the vendor area on Friday afternoon.

I kept trying to get a good shot of Christine (middle in green) but she was going from one vendor to the next so fast I couldn't keep up.

And then we came across two other riders from San Angelo, Gene Potter and Gary. Gene and Gary, if one recalls, were two of the cyclists we met while on the ride when San Angelo finally got rain, and we got WET.

If it is bicycle related, one can buy it at the vendors area.

And this is just some of the outside vendors.

Ed Todd

We met up with Ed, a friend from Midland, while eating our spaghetti dinner at the event. Ed, a reporter for the Midland Reporter and Telegraph, is also one of the riders you may recall from last year's Fort Davis Cyclefest in September. In that blog Ed was pictured in his Mount Locke finisher's hat after the 1 1/2 mile race up Mt. Locke's 17% grade. I think he said he was going to try it again this year. Watch for it in a couple of weeks.

THE SAN ANGELO RIDERS

Fom the left, shown are September Summers, Tamra Roberts, and Shane Plymell. Tamra and Shane had just finished the Wee-Chi-Tah Mountain Bike Race. One would have to enlarge the picture but Tamra's jersey looked as if she had rolled in the mud. And she has said yes, indeed, she rolled in the mud as she flew over her handle bars after a rider did an unsafe maneuver causing her to hit her brakes too hard.

Jack Lomax

And we thought our rodeo bull riders were tough. Look closely at Jack's left hand. He finished the race with a broken collar bone. And his time was 4:05!! Hats off to Jack.

THE RACERS

Upon getting Christine to leave the vendor building, we were able to watch some of the crit races. Above is the leader of the women's crit. Upon last count, she was about 40 seconds ahead of the pack and actually lapped some of the other riders.

And here she is at the winner's dias.

All three did an outstanding job.

Men's crit line up.

The men's pack is closer together than the womens' crit.

Close to the end of the race, but pictures out of sequence, we headed over to the mountain bike race area and were able to catch Tamra and Shane.

Then it was off to the hotel room to rest up for our big day on Saturday.

Group Ride: Preparing for HHH

2011-08-21T12:30:00.000-07:00

"By the dawn's early light". Eight of us arose quite early to take advantage of the last weekend before Hotter'n Hell Hundred in Wichita Falls August 26-27-28. Shown (sort of) from front row to back, (front) Christine Jones, Chad Freeze, Rick Ogan, (back) Brian Backlund, Liz Rappe', Velma Ogan, and Bill Yohman.

One of our favorite roads is highway 277 to Christoval. Smooth, wide shoulders, and gentle inclines/declines.

Reflective materials on our clothing and equipment compliment the front/rear lights. Did anyone notice the reflective parts of Rick's shoes in the first picture?

"Big wheels keep on rolling".

Besides practicing for the big biking event, one has to practice for rest stops, right? Liz spoiled us with iced drinks and Rice Krispie treats. We have our rest stop procedures down pat. Velma, Chad, Liz, and Bill seem to have mastered the art.

Coinciding with a running theme of lines from different songs, Velma, Christine, and Liz started singing oldies but goodies.

The singing continued on the ride until they scared a herd of cattle and woke up all the dogs in the countryside.

Time to work off some of the calories. We left highway 277 to ride a scenic residential area...

and get in some hill work which highway 277 does not have.

Right at the curve is a low water crossing. I had the camera ready, however, with the speed picked up from the decline, when I hit the curve, the centrifical force almost took me into the river.

So I was able to take this shot of part of the river as the incline slowed me enought to be almost stable again.

Planned rest stop at the convenience store in Christoval, unplanned was Rick's having to work on Christine's bike to allow her to shift gears. Christine, Velma, and Bill watch.

Heading back toward San Angelo, we met a different type of group ride-Texas style group ride.

Back at the staging area, Liz declares she is now ready for the Hotter'n Hell Hundred.

After-ride conversation is always a favorite time. Bill is riding the 100 mile route next Saturday. Rick and Velma are talking about staying in San Angelo next week end, but Rick ALMOST has Velma talked into the Fort Davis ride coming up shortly in September. This will be Brian's first year at HHH, and he has settled on the 100K. If he changes his mind, he will easily complete the 100 mile endurance ride. I am eagerly awaiting to learn which group he lines up with. Chad, not pictured above, will probably line up with the 100 milers, but his goal is still to complete in under 5 hours.

Unusual Saturday Group Ride

2011-08-13T14:17:00.000-07:00

The Saturday, August 13 ride started out usual enough. The ride was called for 6:30 a.m., riding the Burma Loop--about 38 miles, and the temperature was to be a mild 87 degrees with a 40% chance of rain at noon. No problem. Early start, early finish. Oh yes, part of the line up included from left, Brenda, Chad, Rick, Mark, Velma, Bill, Liz, and Christine.

The blessedly overcast day masked our usual start off light.

Visibility had improved by the time we arrived at the first re-group point about 10 miles out. The overcast conditions, however, really hampered my getting clear pictures throughout the morning. Probably had something to do with shutter speed, but I am a point and shoot person, so one will have to use his imagination on some of the shots.

Some of the fires earlier this year swept through this area. Charred pastures are still quite evident.

The fires, however, did not melt any of our hills so they are still intact.

A faster group left about the same time we did. This is Christy Nesbitt returning for the turn around point of their ride. We were going in a loop rather than an out and back.

Off to the right was still charred pastured, while the area ahead seemed to escape the fires. Just a few miles ahead was the site of one of the biggest wild fires.

Just like a roller coaster ride, the hills start out with small rollers to get you adjusted.

Soon the roller coaster ride picks up speed and grade. (Jerry, I will let you know a little later how much of a grade).

OK, so it doesn't look like much, but the upcoming hill hits 11% grade. The specks at the crest of the road were part of our group waiting for us.

Christine, Mark, Liz, Brenda, and Rick at the "windmill hill".

The Encino ranch (windmill hill) was hit pretty hard by the fires.

This is the stretch of the route that makes it all worthwhile. We get to go downhill for about three miles. The momentum usually carries you almost all the way up the rise.

Brenda and Christine still rolling down the slopes. Approaching on the left side of the road was Gene Potter and his ride partner.

Next we met Mike Nesbitt (Christy's husband) on his return trip. She is a fast racer, but not miles and miles ahead of Mike.

Not far behind were Bret and Tamra Roberts (2nd, 3rd riders). I did not recognize the lead rider.

As mentioned, the day was overcast. Now the sky was getting darker and I kept trying to catch a photo of some of the lightning. It was faster than I.

About this time, it started sprinkling on us. When you are twenty miles into a forty mile ride, it doesn't do you any good to turn around and try to avoid rain. We are so desperate for rain; let it come!!

The re-group point at the Highway 87 intersection. The glisten on Liz's arm is not perspiration. The sprinkle continued.

As we were about to shove off, we looked down the road. A wall of rain was ahead. What do you do? Shove off.

We were in a light rain at this point. We could still see what was ahead of us.

And then it started pouring. Only about 15 more miles to go.

The convenience store ahead was our official rest stop. We were in an outstanding downpour. Our land is so parched that our reservoir at the State Park has made national news. O.C. Fisher is the reservoir with the cracked ground and the water that turned red. So Christine did not mind being caught in our desperately needed and best rain of the year.

Walking into the store soaking wet with the air conditioner on really was a shock. As Velma later said, "I am chilled to the bones." So after buying our treat of chocolate milk, we stood outside just out of the rain.

I tried to capture the downpour but raindrops don't pose well.

Do we attempt to wait it out or dive back in? All but

ONE

decided to go on.

Liz called for a ride back to the staging area where her car was. After we took off, I wondered where Mark was and later found out he called his son to pick them up. Sloshing around in soaked bicycle shoes is a little unsettling.

The REST of us took off to finish the last 10 miles.

"It was a cold and dark rainy night..." at midmorning.

Right about this point the wind picked up and the rain would sting our faces. So what. Let it rain!

Shivering, we made it back to the staging area.

And then it really started raining.

By the time this was written, we had received two inches of rain which almost doubled our annual rain fall to date (3.4" as of yesterday). And, it is still sprinkling outside! Praise the Lord!

We have done hot, hotter, and ouch. We have done hills and valleys, and occasionally flat stretches. And we just did a (dry) water crossing ride last weekend, not to mention a snow cone ride. What we really needed then was practice riding in the rain--and we got it!!

Snow Cone Social Ride

2011-08-10T22:18:00.000-07:00

Great timing. The temperature was 104 degrees, so a snow cone sounded good. Not to mention a fine social ride.

Randy's Bike and Run Shop, the ride sponsor, was the staging point. Mark Seals and David Durbin in forefront. Rick in lime green jersey in background.

Devin Gustafson, our host and ride leader is on the far left. Christine on the right.

I never counted, but I heard one person say there were about 20-30 of us participating in the ride.

Start begins from Randy's. Devin leads out.

A couple of blocks down the road (at the first shade), we made our first stop to let others who were caught by traffic or a red light catch up.

Riders on whom we were waiting had to stop again for a stop sign.

Then off we go again and past our old Sante Fe Railroad depot.

Another shady spot downtown for the group to catch up again. OK, we were on the wrong side of the street, but there was not shade on the other side, besides, San Angelo's 20 minute rush hour was over. Liz Rappe in the center and Christine to her left.

A little local history. The two buildings are now Miss Hattie's Restaurant. Miss Hattie's was an infamous bordello located close to Fort Concho. The building to the right at that time was a bank. Legend has it that there was a tunnel from the bank over to Miss Hattie's. Banking customers could go back and forth incognito.

And past our municipal building. Randy and daughter bring up the rear.

About this point in the ride, I turn my handlebar to get closer to the edge of the road. The handlebar turned but the wheel continued straight. I made a plaintive cry of "Rick!!!" He heard me a half block away. I told him I had my tools with me but what do I tighten to make the wheel turn the direction that I turn the handlebar? He patiently talked me through tightening two places on the stem, and I merrily took off again. (Don't ask for technical details, two thingies that you can tighten on the stem)

Riding along the Concho River. This is the area which also has the Christmas lights we wrote about last December.

And then a boo boo. I understand there was an attempt to hand off a water bottle and Sarah went too far to the right. Bloody knee and bruised ego.

But that didn't stop Sarah and we rejoined the other riders.

Next we went through a quiet residential area.

Re-group time again. The parking lot is part of Angelo State University.

One of the university buildings.

Through residential areas again. Christine to the left, Liz riding far right.

I think we were going to turn right.

One of the signs of Dr. Allen, our pets' vet, and the Dr. Allen who plays the saxophone in our yard during our annual Sierra Lights block party each December. (Some may recall Mr. and Mrs. Santa at the block party).

Destination. Snow cone hut on College Hills.

Each of us placed an order. Velma is at the order window.

Snow cones are being prepared. Robin Lomax and Christine patiently wait.

The picture includes Liz Rangel, standing on the left, Randy Rangel, our host, and his daughter.

Rick far left, sorry, I didn't meet the gentleman in the baseball cap, Jeff McBride, John, and Lenny.

Randy visiting with riders. Wish I had panned to the right to see what Velma and Christine are looking at.

Snow cones and brain freeze about over, and it is socializing time.

The ride was officially over. Slowly, riders mounted and went their ways: some back to Randy's for their vehicles, some off to their houses--which is what Christine and I did. Although we left the car at Randy's, it was just 2-3 miles to our house, so we rode there, picked up the truck, and went to get the car.

Thanks Randy for the ride and snow cones.

Thanks Devin for leading us on the ride.

From all reports, everyone enjoyed the snow cone social ride.

Beginners Page # 15, Cleaning Your Shorts

2011-08-03T20:30:00.000-07:00

Boure shorts. No, we haven't gone commercial. It is just that I have been having trouble with my shorts fading and wearing out rapidly. And the rest of the story made me feel like a beginner again. Everything I thought I knew might have been wrong.

Within a year, my (and Christine's) shorts would fade at the seams, crotch, and Christine's last pair faded all through the back side. I have been searching for shorts that I didn't have to replace at least every year.

So, I bought a pair of Boure shorts as they have a good reputation. Within three months, my seams and around the crotch began to fade.

Boure has a great, no hassle, no time limit return policy. They state if you are ever dissatisfied, just return the product. So I did.

Shortly, I received an email from Wade Moore of Boure Bicycling Clothing nicely asking what in the heck am I doing to my shorts?

" Are you using some sort of chamois cream or lubricant that contains petroleum product(s)?

Did you use something like a leather treatment on your saddle?
Has bleach been used on these shorts in the wash (perhaps in the detergent)?

The beige part of the pad has become almost white, indicating some sort of bleaching action, which will prematurely age (harden) the elastomer in the fabric (seems to be happening)."

No, no bleach. Only Arm & Hammer Detergent with Oxi-Clean. (Wade later informed me Oxi-Clean has a bleach whitener and brightener--duh). OK. I said I would switch to dish detergent as it does not have whitener. No, don't use dish detergent, either.

No, no leather treatment for my saddle (stopped using my Brooks about two years ago). I didn't get a rebuttal from my using water and a rag to clean my saddle, so I guess I am doing SOMETHING right.

Of course I use Chamois Butt'r and sometimes dznuts. Doesn't everyone? That was one thing I learned early on in my riding--use a lubricant to reduce chafing.

Well, Wade had this to say about my using chamois lubricant, " I'm not sure why you are using any sort of lubricant, do you have an injury? We really don't recommend lubricants as they soak into the chamois pad and reduce it's efficiency in removing sweat while also making you hotter and wetter. Then you get softened skin, so while it masks any real issues, it increases your likelihood of having future issues."

Man, I am set back to my beginner days when I had everything to learn. Now, I have more to learn.

Wade's recommendations for taking care of shorts include:

Switch to a clean rinsing detergent. Wash shorts after rides using products such as Sport Wash or Planet detergent, both of which are available at the grocery store most of the time, and "Both are super clean rinsing detergents to help you get the sweat out of the chamois and let it breath." .
Try to wean yourself from chamois lubes of any kind except when you are injured.

While not a guarntee, Wade thinks if I make the changes in the way I clean my shorts, they should last about five years.

With my past problems of replacing shorts every year, the five year statement is quite a challenge. What I have decided to do is to follow the instructions carefully, and then run a follow up story next year to report the first year results.

Start of the experiment. Boure sent me a new pair of shorts. Bright, even coloring, no defects. I am eager to see how they look next year.

With my shorts exchange, Wade sent me some samples of Sport-Wash to use in my cycling clothes laundry. Thank you. That was thoughtful.

A clarification: Wade responded to my request for the shorts return, answered my requests for information, and gave me suggestions as a routine customer. It was after the information and shorts exchange that I asked him if I could use his information in a blog. He agreed. I wish there were space to publish the entire exchange of correspondence, but hopefully the helpful tone came through.

Even with Boure's liberal, no hassle exchange policy, I don't think they would look kindly to my sending back the shorts in five years proclaiming--"I did everything you suggested and my shorts still faded!!"

Saturday Group Ride

2011-07-30T17:55:00.000-07:00

Saturday July 30, 2011

Start time: 6:30 a.m.

Good intentions to start early.

But first--we noticed Brian and Christine had not left the parking lot when the rest of us did. We went back to check, Christine had a flat before she left the staging area. If she had to have a flat, it was a good place: out of traffic and weeds.

I liked the shadows we were casting on the field. For a better look, one would have to have been there.

These were the riders casting the shadows. We were well on our way for our 44 mile round trip.

And a good morning to you, too.

First rest stop.

Well, the winery was discussed as a place to stop, but we had already coordinated to rendezvous at Liz's place near Christoval on the S. Concho River. One might recall we have been having our "annual" Memorial Day ride/picnic on the river.

Allen Lane was the last leg to our turn around point.

This innocent looking hill hits 12% grade as it rounds the curve.

But we have a good ride down the hill.

As I recall, this one was just an 8% grade.

The wind turbine peeping over the hill is about 345 feet high.

Rick, Liz, Velma, and Brian patiently await my arrival. I have deja vous from the Tour de Gap.

Except this time, Christine is bringing up the rear.

Welcome.

Rick volunteered to take one more group shot. Christine, Roy, Liz, Velma, and Brian.

The ride back down Allen Lane takes a lot less time than to go up the road.

Back on Highway 277 to our next stop. One can see why we like the road so much: wide, smooth shoulders.

Almost to our next stop.

Velma Ogan. Forgot if this was before or after her healthy snack of chips and a soda.

Liz, of course, stuck to her sports drink.

Christine brought me a king size Payday. I had a smile larger than hers.

They wouldn't let me get closely enough to hear if the conversation was as spell-binding as it appeared.

The parade of bikes.

Even with a smooth road, one's hands and other parts start to become numb.

The contrast in roads. Door Key Road is the place the club holds its road bike time trials. Although it may appear to be level, the stretch of road used for the time trials is a 12 mile series of rolling hills.

Back at the parking lot, Brian straps his bike on securely.

And Rick and Velma enjoy a well earned rest.

Tour de Gap

2011-07-24T14:26:00.000-07:00

Buffalo Gap

July 23, 2011

Bummer. Not the ride, the rider. But first...

Three hundred fifty three showed up for the annual Tour de Gap benefiting the Abilene Food Bank.

As I was wandering around, I came across a few people from San Angelo. Rick Ogan. (Rick, I needed you at mile 5.81 when my front tire went flat--had to fix it myself--and with the help of Liz Rappe' and Christine. We managed, but I looked around for you first).

Velma Ogan

Shane Plymell--a local San Angelo racer. And a demon on the time trials.

Scott White. Another local racer and incidentally placed 6th in his age group. We will get him into the time trials before the season is over.

Brenda White. (Scott's mom). Brenda and her husband Chuck were regular riders on our group rides until they started a business that took up their spare time. Good to see you again, Brenda.

Before I could run across the other riders from San Angelo, it was line-up time. This was the front line of the 77 mile racers. Close up front were Chad Freeze, Scott, Shane, and adopted San Angeloean Lance Bowers.

The rest of us--52 milers, 27 and 11. In the crowd, I did not spot Gene Potter, Neal McSpedden, Brian Backlund or Marlon Miller (were your there?)

I did spot Rick and Velma in the line up. That was the last time I saw them until the finish line.

National Anthem was played by trumpeter Jose Gonzalez, and then

we were off. As mentioned, a little over 5 miles into the ride, my front tire went flat. By the time it was fixed, we were by ourselves in the pack. Oh well, we are used to it.

Second clue about how far behind we were: we started meeting the 27 milers on their return trip and rest stop two was still around the corner.

After rest stop two, we turned right onto highway 83. Nice that it was flat, as we--again--had a 12-15 mile an hour wind in our face. I actually stopped one time to see if my brakes were dragging since I was laboring and going slowly. Nope, my brakes were fine. It was just the rider.

Bradshaw, Texas always intrigued me, so I checked to see its story. Bradshaw was founded in 1909 with the arrival of the Santa Fe Railroad. It prospered until improved highways in the 1930's made nearby Abilene, Texas, readily accessible. Bradshaw is now listed as one of the ghost towns of Texas.

Upon leaving the metropolitan area of Bradshaw, we hit the cross wind so the going was a little easier...for some.

I noticed a herd of longhorn cattle off to my left. I had time to take only one hasty shot. Missed the longhorns but kept the picture as it demonstrates the lack of rain we have been experiencing.

The temperature started soaring, so rest stop three tried to off set with the illusion of winter time.

Liz found a little seal pup, but it wouldn't fit into her saddle bag, so she left it on an ice berg.

Here comes the whining part. At about mile 25, I stood up to pump up a hill. I was just practicing as it was not a tough hill, but my legs immediately warned me that if I stood up again, they would not forgive me.

Although I did not stand up again, these little rollers would make my legs--and calves--rebel. About every two miles, my legs would start cramping and tying in knots. I would have to stop, stretch a while, and then head out again. Christine would hold up and wait for me at first, but when she saw it was not a passing phase, she took off to join up with Liz. Oh, the shame of it. By myself, hot, thirsty, cramping, I was determined to finish the last 20 miles--even in my wretched condition. (I wish I had a picture of my martyr stance, back of the hand on my forehead, other arm held out in a pleading stance, with a genuine woe-is-me look. But as mentioned, no one was even close to me to take such a picture, so one will just have to imagine it.)

And then I came upon this. Going down, my legs did not cramp at all!!

But then I had to go up. Yes this is a shot taken while having to push my bike uphill. In my short biking career, this was the second time I ever had to push a bike up a hill. Some how I am trying to rationalize that this one didn't count. The first time, the hill called Steamboat--incidentally Steamboat was just outside Buffalo Gap also--was just tougher than I was. But this one I have gone up several times in past rides. I may have slowed up quite a lot, but I always made it to the top under my own power. So I should be forgiven as I was in so much pain. Forgiven--nah. Just whiny.

One trial after another. I had forgotten about the double whammy. But, once again, I did not cramp going down this hill.

But it was tough just pushing the bike up this hill. I was walking out the kinks in my legs, but my calves weren't having any fun.

The terrain apologized for my hardships and gave me a respite. Happily, once again I did not cramp--going downhill.

As the road was still going downhill somewhat, I was rolling too fast to react to get a good shot of a very neat ranch.

Dry, dry, dry...except for the mesquite trees.

Still going downhill somewhat. But, what goes down, must go up.

Cramp time again.

Who took the picture? Dan, the friendly SAG man caught up to me. Offered help, water, Gatorade--a ride to put me out of my misery?? All were declined, but I did let him take a picture of my attempts to placate my legs enough to continue.

I was going to use this ride as a gauge to see if I could finish the 52 miles in an equivalent time to get me to Hell's Gate before the cut off time at the Hotter'n Hell Hundred. Well, as one could tell, I did not finish in time to make the cut off. As a matter of fact, I wouldn't have even made it to the Purgatory Gate if they had one.

Happiness is--

Extreme happiness is--

Exhilarating happiness is--people who patiently waited until I finished. Christine Jones, Velma and Rick Ogan, Liz Rappe', and Brian Backlund. Thank you.

One has been hearing about my problems on the ride. This is Chad Freeze, one of the San Angelo racers. At about mile 30, his bike went off the road--maybe with the help of another racer--. Chad was knocked out. He had staples on the other side of his head, scrapped arms and legs but at this moment, it appears nothing is broken. Except for his helmet.
Chad has just a little over four weeks to heal and get ready for the Hotter'n Hell Hundred. He is signed up for the elite pace group riders.

And another boo boo. The previous day, Christine and I were at the State Park on her second--AND LAST--mountain bike ride. Or at least so she says now. As she fell, she hit her chin on a rock. Her left fingers were jammed--now swollen, and fell on the scarred part of her leg from the hip replacement.

It only hurts when she smiles.
As I rounded the corner at the State Park, I saw her sitting by the side of the trail, the bike down. I asked her if she were just waiting for me or did she fall? She said, "I fell, but I didn't break my fingernails."

Happiness is--.

Biking the Grand Canyon Rim # 2

2011-07-16T14:06:00.000-07:00

In our May story of our Grand Canyon tour, we had left Christine standing at one of the scenic stops half way on our way to Hermit's Rest. We are finally getting around to finishing the ride. I think we had mentioned that it was quite chilly and the day was overcast.

But the weather could not over-ride the endless beauty of the canyon.

Also, I think we mentioned that some areas had designated bike and pedestrian trail ways.

Whenever there was a scenic stop but no guard rails, the park service would alert us with the above caution signs.

Although Christine is more interested in the scenery, the edge is the reason the park service wants everyone off the bikes. Downhill mountain bike racing is frowned upon.

Wish we had trail ways such as this in Texas.

And I hate to admit it, but this beats our Palo Duro Canyon.

Repeatedly, visitors are told NOT to feed the animals. But this guy seems to know that if he acts cute, he gets rewarded.

Made it. The gate to Hermit's Rest.

Hermit's Rest was interesting enough to merit a special (non-biking) post. So for right now, we will just post some of the pictures of the immediate area of the structure and vistas that draws crowds year round.

Time to start on our way back. The picture of a happy shopper (yes, Hermit's Rest has a store inside the structure and Christine's booty is safely packed in her back pack.) A note of interest to riders only interested in the ride, the yellow sign is alerting us to a steep decline. Test the brakes and then have fun!

If anyone has ever ridden with Christine, they know that she smiles like this after every downhill.

The bike trail makes a few more squiggles before we intersect back with the main road.

By the road being restricted to buses and cars with handicap stickers,

on the return trip, we made sure that we stopped at areas we had by-passed on the way up.

Previously, we had mentioned that the first 1/2 mile was a 6% incline. The sign on the right is letting us know that we are approaching the last half mile.

Scene just before the gated entrance to Hermit's Rest.

Exit from Hermit's Rest road. Ride is about over.

The route back to the visitors center and Bright Angel Bicycle Rentals is scenic and well protected from traffic.

After the ride we just finished, who wouldn't be happy?

Peach Pedal

2011-07-10T15:42:00.000-07:00

Peach Pedal

Weatherford, Texas

July 9, 2011

Weatherford was holding its annual peach festival on Saturday so we drove downtown before everything was closed off.

This peaceful scene would change within 24 hours. Last year some 35,000 people packed into this area to enjoy the activities.

And speaking of packed. See the car lights off to the left. They were waiting to turn into the Weatherford High School parking lot, while we were backed up to turn left to the lot. It turned out that some 1,800 riders showed up, and it seemed like one rider to a vehicle.

Luckily we found a parking spot without too much trouble. Just as I wondered how we would ever find Brian Backlund, also from San Angelo, up he rode. He had arrived much earlier and found a place on the other side of the school.

Christine and Brian filling the void left by the 100K racers. It was a 15 minute staggered start behind Chad Freeze from San Angelo and the other racers. I never heard a count, but the racers took about 10 minutes for all of them to start. We started with the laid back crowd.

We, however, were not short-changed on our start ceremonies. The Sons of the Confederacy member on the horse gave the command for the riflemen to fire into the air.

And off we went.

I had the camera all ready to take shots of the peach orchards. In the past, we had traveled only through Weatherford on I-20 and have never seen orchards in the area. We didn't this day either. This pecan grove is the only "orchard" I saw on the route. Christine was assured by a local that peach orchards are all over the county.

The short story of the ride is 40 miles of 3-6% grade rollers with two 8% hills. The racers had 62 miles of rollers. But we will continue with the ride narrative anyway.

One hill

after another hill. Brian prepares for this hill with a slug of power juice.

First rest stop did not attract a lot of riders as it was only about 6 miles out. But we were on the ride for peaches and cookies so--so what if it were only 6 miles. If anyone has the time to enlage the picture, look at the helmet of the fourth rider from the left. He is a typical "Mad Duck" rider out of Grapevine, TX. They will attend several organized rides, but one can see them in full force at the Hotter'n Hell Hundred in August.

And more hills.

Every once in a while we would hit a flat area with some good shade trees.

The kit of the ride award. A definite

must-enlarge photo.

It said WHAT?

And the neat farm of the day award.

If one looks hard enough, one can see we were approaching a drop off. I rarely take pictures while going downhill as the stability is not the greatest.

We were gliding downhill to reach the river bed. The Brazos does not look too healthy at this spot, but there are some obvious water spots somewhere as we saw a lot of BIG catfish heads on fences.

This shot is deceiving in that we were coming up from the river bottom and it continued up as we rounded the curve. Eventually, this turned out to be our 8% hill.

So the event directors took pity upon us and put a rest stop at the top of the hill. This rest stop was well attended.

"Hill-what hill?" Show-out Christine patiently waited for me at each rest stop. If it weren't for rest stops, I wouldn't see Chris from the start line to the finish.

And just to prove the point, Christine is putting distance between us. Give her a downhill and wave good-bye.

This road had a great surface. Surprizing since it parrelled I-20 and TXDOT generally puts chunky chip seal on isolated frontage roads. But the whole ride was on excellent surfaces. OK, maybe there were some stretches of road like we have around San Angelo, but overall, very smooth roads.

The frontage road had its share of rollers, but it kept your mind off the fact that the sun was beginning to beat down on us.

Yes, this was another rest stop with outstanding fresh peaches, cookies, and other-stuff, but what was making Brian smile so much? What can't be easily seen is that this tent had a series of water hoses that provided a fine, cooling mist. Now for another peach.

After the short parallel of I-20, we went back on country roads--with shade trees.

Another good thing about laid back rides. If you see a good shady spot. Stop.

The apparent bunching up of riders at this point is that others discovered some shade trees and decided to stop. It is a tour. If someone beats you to the finish line--so what?

But speaking of finish lines, Christine spots the High School which signifies the finish line.

Christine surges ahead (because Brian came back to check on me). The goal is in sight.

And the flag marked the finish line and the end of the ride. Thanks Weatherford, it was one PEACH of a ride.

Door Key Road

2011-07-02T14:57:00.000-07:00

Saturday, July 2, 2011. Temperature under 100, wind under 20 mph, time for a ride. Computer seems to be back to working after losing all my documents and pictures. All I can say is I am glad I have a commercial back up system. Last weekend a group of us rode a route called the Seven Sisters. However, with a broken machine, the ride wasn't posted. Maybe during a winter lull I can post. But on to the current ride.

Being a three day week end, a lot of people were out of town, but Velma Ogan, Christine Jones, Cindy Simmons, Mark Seals, and Rick Ogan were at the 8 a.m. start.

Beginning of the ride looked like this. A slight decline before the road takes us up close to a 1,000 feet in elevation over the next 14 miles.

Six pedal strokes into the ride--first problem. Cindy's brake was dragging. As always, Rick was ready to jump in and help.

Problem solver--Rick Ogan.

Velma and Cindy rolling out.

Christine warming up.

Mark was still all smiles as he didn't know yet that his derailer was going to malfunction the whole first part of the ride.

I was lucky enough to get most everyone's picture before we started spreading out.

Ranchers all along the road were participating in brush control. Later, rows and rows of scrub cedar, mesquite, and other moisture-sapping vegetation were aligned ready to be burned if we ever have enough rain to ease the burn ban.

Road looks as if it goes forever.

There are 12 of these "humps" in the 14 miles of road before it dead ends at a ranch. Most rises range from 3-5% grade. Good practice for some of the upcoming rides.

For every up, there is a down. Although we are still gaining in elevation, the road looks deceiving as it seems to be a series of rollers.

The windmill is as lonely as it looks. Very few windmills are in the area.

I got all excited when I saw this large bird in the tree. I told Mark it was an eagle. Later one of the three on the far right flew off--buzzards.

Right around the corner to the left is the dead end gate. Cindy and Rick had already been there. Christine is on her way.

Christine, Mark, and I make the turn around and head for the

rest stop. There are three shade trees on the route. This is the largest one close to the dead end. Christine and I dropped off the cooler with iced water before the ride. Although the temperature was still below 100, the cold water hit the spot.

I had mentioned Mark's derailer acting up. At the stop, he, Rick, and with the help of Velma, fixed the problem. One the way back, Mark was able to fly.

Cindy and Velma taking advantage of the shade.

These trees could provide little shade. It looks like a fall picture, but it is just a dry season picture. San Angelo has had 2.68 inches of rain this YEAR.

Christine enjoying the respite.

Time to head back the way we came. The dip is deceiving. Most of us were able to hit over 30 mph without trying.

Every once in a while, the terrain would level out and allow one to rest.

Dan and LeAnn were running late but joined us as we were returning. They had ridden from their house and had put on more miles than we had at this point.

If the conversation is good, one does not realize that it is up hill.

Road flattens back out. Christine out front but will soon be reeled in.

Not sure if I counted these humps as part of the twelve.

I am sure this one was counted.

Back to level road and conversation.

Christine (on right) was reeled in and joined the group.

Group completing a long slight incline.

Nearing the end. All downhill from here.

I would like to say this rancher was flying the flag in honor of the 4th of July. However, he is patriotic the year round and flies the flags daily.

Rick and Velma after the ride. If anyone missed comments on Velma during the return trip, it was because she flew back. Waited on us so long she got worried and came in her truck after us. Thanks, but we were on a social ride.

Cindy Simmons. Happiness is successfully completing her longest ride of this year--28.8 miles. Good going Cindy.