Oct 16, 2009

From Sporteur to Porteur: My First Project Bike, Installment 1

I'm finally making progress on my resurrectio Azuki Sebring. I picked it up for a cool $200 from a kid in Petaluma after I lurked on Craigslist for about 2 weeks. I'm surprised no one purchased it before me, given the current "mixte is the new fixie" craze. Mixtes in the City are fetching upwards of $300, but I guess no one was interested in making the trek out to Sonoma County except me.

I haven't found out much about the Azuki.
Sheldon Brown said it was the "house brand of Louisville Cycle & Hobby, Louisville, Kentucky" and was part of the 1980s surge of steel-framed Japanese bicycles.

The Sebring had been well-maintained with all OEM parts when I got it, and then sat around in my garage for a couple months before I finally went to
Citizen Chain (great for vintage/retro bikes) for a tune-up and advice. From there, it was easy to begin obsessing over handlebars, handlebar grips, saddles...

Resurrectio, phase 1

My first priority was changing out the handlebars and brakes (bye-bye suicide levers). First going with the
Sycip Wonder Bar, I later decided against it only because I didn't want a visible logo on the front. Otherwise, the Wonder Bar is an excellent handlebar and feels great. Instead, I went with the Velo Orange/Nitto Left Bank handlebar, with "grips (that) flare outward a bit to appeal to the less restrained cyclist."

I went on a research frenzy regarding the inverse brake levers you need to install on the Left Bank, and discovered they are typical of the old French porteur bicycles. Et voila! My Azuki Sebring had found its raison d'etre. I was to transform my 1980s Japanese sport-tourer into a French cargo hauler! And while I do not plan to carry 50 kilos of newspapers around like a paperboy in 1950s Paris, I do plan to add a classic Wald wire basket.

Other changes completed:

  • new seat post
  • new tires
  • new pedals
  • new inverse brake levers
  • new stem

Changes yet to be made:

  • swap out black brake levers for silver (I thought I had requested silver at the bike shop- c'est la vie)
  • brown leather saddle
  • brown leather or cork handlebar grips
  • wire front basket
  • front rack for basket
  • black or pale yellow paint job?

Then

picking up the Azuki in Petaluma


And Now

ooh, shiny new handlbars

Sep 21, 2009

Like a Phoenix


It has been way too long since I've written. I can blame it on many things- summer, work sapping every drop of my creative being, general laziness. But I won't dwell on it, and must simply pick up where I left off- and that is cycling with Team In Training.

As suddenly as one season was ended, so another has begun. I started the Fall season, training for Solvang's Finest Century, at the beginning of August. The season started out a little mixed-up, but I can say that as of our Point Reyes ride last weekend, we have reached that magical point where things click and you suddenly have formed a team. It's that poi
nt where you start to stay together on a ride, and you begin to remember people's names. It's the nascent roots of a team being planted, the team that you will end the season with.

Today was cycling as it should be. We had a buddy ride that started in San Rafael and went out to Point Reyes Station, with a stop at the Bovine Bakery- that West Marin cycling Holy Grail for coffee and pastries.

I told my participants that this is what they could look forward to once they were done training for their centuries, when they would go out for a weekend ride with their new cycling buddies. It's akin to a Sunday morning on the golf course.

Photos from today (Oh! And we saw a guy on a high wheel bike on Nicasio Valley Road!)
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Jul 13, 2009

Tour de France 101: Banana Hammocks and Jesus

What do these share? They were both spotted on the sidelines along the climb up the Tourmalet during stage 9 of the Tour de France on Sunday. The banana hammocks were extreme- of the thong variety- and were worn by a pack of shirtless Aussies sporting fluorescent green afro wigs and their country's flag draped about their shoulders. If not for the flag, I would have bet these were Americans, but I now have proof that frat-boy antics are universal. As for Jesus, I just don't know what was going on there.

Today is a rest day for the Tour cyclists, and somewhat of a rest day for me. I was out of town for a few days and missed all the action from the latest stages. So I've just been reading news summaries and thought I'd skip any form of cycling "lesson" or discussion of strategy to talk about something that doesn't have anything to do with cycling per se, but everything to do with the Tour de France: fans.

One of the most enjoyable aspects of watching the Tour during its mountain stages especially are seeing the legions of fans that line the route along the tough climbs, waiting for a glimpse of their cycling heroes, running alongside, and even touching them. In no other spectator sport can you get this close.

Ridiculous costumes and animated gesturing abound, and there are the requisite antler helmets and naked guy or two. I am dreaming of going to see the Tour in person, and part of that dream is to be included in the fan melee. I have this notion that it must be like a big, beer-tinged, international funfest- a sharing of the love of sport among loud brutes Americains, flamboyant Aussies, laddish Brits and crazy Euros alike.

Antler Guy- a US export

The flipside of this is how out-of-hand some of these fans seem to get. I often worry that one of them is going to push over one of the cyclists or let a stray beer bottle roll out onto the road. Seriously, I don't know how this doesn't happen, and I think it has in the case of a rider getting knocked over.

Dieter "Didi" Senft as El Diablo- a Tour regular

But this doesn't even compare to the avid fans of the original Tour de France races in the early 1900s. Below is an account of over-zealous fans in the 1904 Tour, who felled trees to hold back rivals and beat up others at night outside the city of St. Etienne.

In the climb of the col de la Republique, leaving St-Étienne, supporters of the regional rider, Faure, assault the Italian, Gerbi. He is thrown to the ground, beaten like plaster. He escapes with a broken finger... A bunch of fanatics wielded sticks and shouted insults, setting on the other riders: Maurice and César Garin got a succession of blows, the older brother [Maurice] was hit in the face with a stone. Soon there was general mayhem: "Up with Faure! Down with Garin! Kill them!" they were shouting. Finally cars arrived and the riders could get going thanks to pistol shots. The aggressors disappeared into the night. (1)

I'd like to think the modern-day fan, though at times idiotic in his or her fervor, has progressed to a more civilized state.


fandemonium in Basque country

1. Chany, Pierre (1986), La Fabuleuse Histoire de Cyclisme, La Martinière, France, p 60

Jul 8, 2009

Tour 101: Fresh Horses

All day I've resisted sneaking a peak at today's stage results, and am now reaping the benefits as I watch the drama unfold on Versus as I write. This will probably be my last entry for a couple days, as I'm off to lands where a wireless connection can find no purchase. The commentary I've found interesting today is the talk of how crazy week one of the Tour is. All the riders are fresh, all the riders are strong. It's a free-for-all for the sprinters, the climbers, the time trialists- everyone wants to ride up front. There are also a lot of riders on the road. 180 riders have started this race, but not all of them will finish. With all those guys out there, a lot of chaos and (it follows) a lot of crashes occur. We saw some of that in yesterday's team time trial, and also several isolated crashes so far on today's ride.

Recap

So now I've got the results for today's Stage 5 from Le Cap d'Agne to Perpignan. Vive la France! Redemption for French team BBox after yesterday's horrific dirt crash came with Thomas Voeckler's stage win. He attacked early and managed to hang on through to the end. The always bold Mark Cavendish came in third and was a bit deflated.

Selected standings:

1. Fabian Cancellara
2. Lance Armstrong
3. Alberto Contador

4. Andreas Cloden

5. Levi Leipheimer

9. David Zabriskie


Today's Lesson: Echelon

If there is one thing I hate on a ride, it's wind. I can handle heat and rain to an extent, but wind makes any ride miserable. Not only must you work harder unless you have a tailwind (which I have yet to experience), but descending in strong winds is downright, death-grip scary.

I already talked about the benefits of pacelining, and with today's crosswinds, the same idea applies, though it's not a straight end-on-end line of cyclists. A cyclist in a crosswind will ride just back and to the side of the rider in front of him, forming a diagonal line or "echelon" (see far right image in above graphic). The echelon will pivot in response to the direction of the wind. When you can see an aerial view of the echelons in motion, it is a thing of beauty. But I'm fascinated by road racing, so that's just me.

Photo: (PASCAL PAVANI/AFP/Getty Images)

Jul 7, 2009

Tour 101: A Hair's Breath


That is Fabian Cancellara's lead over Lance Armstrong, who has moved his way into second place after today's Stage 4 team time trial in Montpellier. Seriously, how do they measure this stuff? Thousandths of a second?! An interesting Tour is shaping up early on, as Lance seems poised to take the maillot jaune perhaps in tomorrow's flat stage from Le Cap d'Agde to Perpignan.

Selected standings:

1. Fabian Cancellara
2. Lance Armstrong
3. Alberto Contador
5. Levi Leipheimer

I was thinking the whole time that Lance would be riding as a domestique for Alberto Contador, who was named team leader for Astana. But I wondered about that last night while I listened to Lance in an interview at the conclusion of Stage 3:

"I have tried to stay out a little bit of the debate about who is the leader?" Armstrong said. "I have won the Tour seven times, so I think I deserve a bit of credit."

But going back to this morning's team time trial... I have to say the whole orchestration of the team time trial is awesome. And it brings me to today's lesson for friends not familiar with cycling strategy.

Today's Lesson: Paceline

The guys in today's team time trial were riding wheel-to-wheel in a tight line called a paceline. When you're riding like this, the rider out in front is doing the majority of the work by pulling the group, setting the pace, and blocking the wind for his teammates.

If you're following another rider this closely and they're providing a wind block, you're said to be "drafting" off him, or riding in his "slipstream." It really makes a difference, probably a 30% decrease in needed effort for the riders at this level.

Team Columbia-High Road in a paceline

The cool thing to watch today was the way one rider would lead for a while, then peel off and let his teammates go by until eventually joining onto the back of the paceline. Riders will rotate like this, taking turns pulling the paceline, like a well-oiled machine. It's awesome to watch and I can appreciate just how expert they are, especially after my own failed attempts at pacelining at a fraction of their speed, with various friends on recreational rides. Riding that closely behind another cyclist takes practice and concentration, and any careless mistake can take everyone down.

Nifty diagram of a paceline and various formations (like a flock of birds)

Jul 6, 2009

Tour 101: Stage 3 and some old scoundrels

Recap

Today's stage was 122 miles from Marseille to La Grand-Motte. Mark Cavendish phones it in at the end
(sorry couldn't resist) with another handy sprint finish. Fabian Cancellara retains the maillot jaune while Lance Armstrong moves up to third in the individuals standings! Where is Contador? This should make for some interesting dynamics for Team Astana on Tuesday.

Selected standings:

1. Fabian Cancellara
2.
Tony Martin
3.
Lance Armstrong
4. Alberto Contador

8. Cadel Evans

10. Levi Leipheimer


Bienvenue a la Grande-Motte!

Dirty Rotten Scoundrels

Cheating looms large in major sports of late, especially in professional cycling. How about before, in the early days of the Tour, before modern doping (there were plenty of drugs used back then too, and those were legal, but that's for another post)?

Maurice Garin was the winner of the first Tour de France in 1903. He won again in 1904 but was later stripped of his title for cheating. He wasn't injecting himself with anything, but was accused of hanging onto or riding in cars and even taking trains to get ahead of other riders! He was in fact one among a number of cyclists who were accused of this. (1)

Maurice Garin

Modern day riders certainly couldn't get away with this what with live broadcasts (but wouldn't it be fun to see?). The modern day cheater is a doper. This can mean many things, but when I first started to learn about the subject, I was astonished to discover this was often in reference to blood doping. Blood doping boosts the number of red blood cells in the bloodstream in order to enhance athletic performance. Red blood cells are the vehicle for oxygen that the lungs and muscles need, so you can see how a marked increase in red blood cells would improve an athlete's aerobic capacity and endurance. Earlier dopers would get a transfusion of their own stored blood (or someone else's blood- eww) just before an event.

More recently, boosting red blood cells is achieved with the hormone erythropoietin (EPO)
. EPO stimulates the production of red blood cells, is easy to inject, and can boost the blood cell count for weeks.


While I don't support cheating, I would take the old-school cheaters over these modern guys any day, seeing them hopping in and out of cars that probably drove slower than modern cyclists can ride, like some farcical silent movie.

(1) The Unknown Tour de France, by Les Woodland. Van der Plas Publications.

Jul 5, 2009

Vive Le Tour! Tour de France 101

One of the best parts of summer is when it's once again Tour de France time, and I get to geek out on cycling even more than usual. Thank goodness for Versus channel, which lets us keep up with the action. I love it all- the riders, Bob Roll and Phil Liggett commentating, crazy naked Euros, and even the little jingle they play at the end of the broadcast when they show you the animation of the next day's route.

Most people don't realize that road racing is a team sport. A few years ago, I also thought it was just every man for himself. The truth is there is a lot of team strategy involved, and every rider on a team has his specific role, which is often one of sacrifice for the team's superstar.

I've been gradually learning the intricacies of road racing over my past few seasons following the Tour. One of the best ways to know something is to teach it, so besides just writing about what happened in each day's stage race, I want to detail an aspect about riding as a team that most people wouldn't necessarily know.

Recaps

The Tour began yesterday with the July 4 Prologue in Monaco. It was a time trial stage and Fabian Cancellara came out on top, which is not a big surprise since he's a time trial specialist. As an added girly note, Cancellara has taken over as my Tour hottie, replacing Tom Boonen (busted for cocaine too many times), and Ivan Basso before that (busted in the Operacion Puerto blood doping scandal
).

Stage 1 was today, from Monaco to Brignoles, 187 km (about 116 miles). There were some rolling hills in the beginning, but the route flattened out made for an exciting sprint finish. The stage was won by consummate sprinter Mark Cavendish, from the Isle of Man, UK.

So after the first two days of competition, some of the individual standings are as follows:

1. Fabian Cancellara
2. Alberto Contador
6. Levi Leipheimer
10. Lance Armstrong

Today's Lesson: Domestique

In today's telecast there was great coverage of a domestique in action. A domestique (literally "servant" in French) is a rider on a cycling team who has a specific support role to help his teammates and the team leader. He may do anything from setting the pace, to leading a breakaway, to fetching water for his teammates.

The latter example is exactly what was shown today. A cyclist was pictured riding alongside the team car, fetching bottles of water- six in all- to carry and deliver to his teammates. He had one in each of his two water bottle cages, and two in each of his two jersey pockets. I always marvel at these guys riding alongside the team cars so closely, especially for a prolonged time, grabbing bottle after bottle of water. Even more impressive was that he would then need to catch up with his teammates to hand all the bottles off.


Jun 9, 2009

Kings and Queens of the Mountain



I've done it! America's Most Beautiful Bike Ride was last Sunday June 7, and all the training and mental preparation paid off. My time was 2 hours faster than when I first conquered this ride as a newbie back in 2007.

Thanks to all who helped me along the way- whether you were able to donate or just give your well-wishes and moral support. Team In Training nationwide raised more than $6.8 million to help find a cure for leukemia, lymphoma, and other blood cancers!

I did this ride along with a few good friends, all of whom had a great day and made some spectacular accomplishments- Congrats to Meena for completing her first century! For me, the ride was good for the most part, but it was not without its troubles.

Saturday- The Arrival

We got to the Embassy Suites around 11:30, and here I was in flip-flops in 50 degree temps and drizzle. Yes I had read the weather reports, but I didn't believe them. Wishful thinking on my part. At 1PM our team had a short tune-up ride, and at this point the drizzle had become rain. I stupidly wore the jacket I planned to wear on event day, and it became muddy and sand-encrusted by the ride end. I actually took my clothes into the shower with me, and used the hotel shampoo to wash all the crud off my gear. Not to mention my bike
, made recently shiny by my own careful polishing, was now streaked in grease and grit.

On our way to the tune-up ride

Everyone's big fear was that the weather would be horrible on event day. There was a 30% chance of rain at 6am, which was exactly when we were supposed to start. The thought of descending Spooner Summit with wet brakes was terrifying. This is a downhill where faster cyclists can easily reach 50mph, and chickens like me who feather the brake still hit 35mph. Imagine trying to slow yourself on slick roads with wet rims? No way.

Saturday ended with an early Inspiration Dinner at 4pm, team meeting afterward, and bedtime around 10pm (I should have gone to bed earlier, of course). I know for a fact that more than one teammate prayed for dry weather on Sunday, and the gods did indeed answer.

Event Day

Waking up at 5am is hard to do any day. Waking up at 5am and knowing that particular day you have to ride your bike 100 miles at altitude is really daunting. I was my usual dry-heaving self, queasy from the ungodly hour at which we had to rise, and also from pre-ride jitters.











Getting ready

One positive about the morning was that Jason and I were in a family suite with Meena and Tory, so it was fun to actually be getting ready together. I wasn't hungry at all but forced myself to scarf down my breakfast (which partially contributed to some later troubles). I was downstairs to meet my team by 5:40am.

Legends in Our Own Time


Rather than give an entire account of the day and its minutiae, I want to highlight a few stories that I think will become TNT lore.

Jake-

What can I say about my friend Jake? Jake is a monster on a bike. He got next to no sleep the night before the ride, and he was still a monster. On Saturday Jake dj'd a wedding in the North Bay until midnight. His dad drove him up to Tahoe in the middle of the night and he arrived at 5am with just enough time to check in and throw his stuff into his hotel room.

One of the things I'll remember about that morning was seeing Jake's teammates pinning on his bib number, putting on his bracelet, sticking a ride sticker to his helmet, and otherwise putting him together as a group effort. The other thing I'll remember was later seeing Jake around mile 50, leading his entire team out of Truckee.

Me & Jake 6am


Antonio-

I didn't get to know Antonio very well, but we all knew him as the ex-bike messenger who wore jeans to every training ride. He finally broke down and came out in a pair of actual cycling tights with padding on event day. The problem was he wore boxers under them (ouch!). That, and he also wore only his TNT jersey (it was 48 degrees that morning) and no gloves.

Amanda-

Amanda's story wasn't so much anything that happened on event day. It was more that she could ride on event day at all. She took a number of spills during the season, the worst of which landed her in the hospital after crashing on HWY 1 near Stinson Beach during our 80 mile buddy ride.

My ride group came across that crash not long after it happened, and I can say there is nothing more scary than seeing fire trucks and ambulances and knowing it's a bike accident. When you realize it was one of your teammates, it chills you to the core. Thankfully no one was seriously hurt, but I can't imagine how tough it must have been for Amanda to get back on the bike.

Sheryl-

Sheryl Braum is one of our Honorees. She is a cancer survivor who had a stem cell transplant 6 years ago and has only one working lung. Riding around Tahoe involves climbing some serious hills, and most of us are pushed to limits of our cardiovascular thresholds. How Sheryl can do what we do with one lung is really beyond amazing.

Me-

I'd like to think I had a pretty incredible story that day. A comeback story.

Before our first big climb, at about mile 7, I started to feel nauseous. I'd eaten the same breakfast I always eat, but I'd also doubled the dosage of the sports drink mix I used that morning after doing some ounces-to-liters calculations. Every time I took a sip, I could feel my stomach burn.

Coach Scott and I planned to ride at the back of the group early on, and he was riding behind me as I got increasingly queasy. Then it happened. I threw up in my mouth. Scott was behind me. I couldn't hit him with it, so I held it. Yes, I held it in my mouth. Probably for 5 minutes (luckily it tasted mostly like Cran-Razz Clif Shot).

I started to slow down big time, and Scott passed me. He called out that he was going to catch the rest of the team, and I simply nodded and grunted, my mouth full of electrolyte and bile, and probably a little Amy's Organic Pocket Sandwich. Once Scott got past me, I spit everything out, miraculously avoiding hitting my clothes.

And I kept riding. In fact, I had to climb up Emerald Bay not long after. I can honestly say I felt completely like sh*t. When I rode around Tahoe in 2007, I also got sick (though I didn't vomit). But that happened at mile 70. This time, I was only at mile 10 and didn't know if I could face pushing through 90 more miles.

What if I didn't feel better? What if I had to call Jason to pick me up at the first rest stop? What if I had to let down everyone who donated money to me? How could I go to the Victory Party that night, having not finished the ride? I felt desperate, and the tears almost came. But I just rode. It was the only grounding force at that point.

Eventually I caught up with my team at the first rest stop at Homewood around mile 20. They'd been there for a while, and I knew I needed time to pull myself together, and most importantly dump out the sports drink from my Camelbak and replace it with water and my tried-and-true Nuun tablets. So I told them to go and that they should wait for me at the lunch stop at mile 70.

I rode alone for the next 50 miles. This is not really a bad thing for me, because it let's me ride intuitively. I can hammer when I want to hammer. I can ride slow up a hill when I need to. But I didn't want to finish the ride alone. I really wanted to finish with my team.

I found them at the King's Beach lunch stop. They had arrived there just 5 minutes earlier. I was proud of myself, because it really took some effort to close what was probably a 20 minute gap between me and them. Granted, they stopped for the bathroom once or twice. But hey I threw up in my mouth earlier.

The last 30 miles of the ride went off without a hitch, and we rode pretty hard to the end. There was nothing more rewarding than seeing the Horizon Hotel (the ride finish) looming in the distance from about one mile out, and then crossing the finish line with my team after a long day filled with so many mental and physical highs and lows.

Ride time in the saddle- 6 hours 40 minutes

Overall time including stops- 8 hours 30 minutes



Team Chaos just before roll time




Team Chaos at the finish



Elevation map of the ride

May 18, 2009

The Agony and the Ecstasy

This past Saturday was definitely the most grueling ride I've ever experienced, and everything that could go wrong that day, did. We rode 80 miles in the Livermore Valley, in 90+ degree heat. Unless you're regularly training in hot weather, you will never be completely prepared for the toll high temperatures will take on your body and mind. The upside of the ride was that it was a relatively flat, fast route. Team Chaos finished the ride in about 6 1/2 hours. But let me rewind to the start of the day...

An Untimely Timeline

6:21am
Received a call from one of my SAG volunteers. She cancels due to a close
friend's medical emergency. It's bad for us, but no comparison with how bad it is for her.

6:35am
My ride picks me up. I lag, we get gas, we get our third passenger. We're running late. I
call Coach Doug to formulate a new gameplan for the cancelled SAG stop.

7:40am
Arrive in Livermore. Consult with Coach Doug and we find a new SAG volunteer.Doug
goes to buy food.

8:30am
Team Chaos rolls.


Mile 5
My first flat of the day.


Mile 20
Team Chaos riders not keeping single file. Speeding car passes us in opposite lane and
forces oncoming car into shoulder. Coach Scott is not happy.

Mile 25
Rachel stops for a bike adjustment. I stop with her and we are separated from
Team Chaos.

Mile 28
We find Iyer sitting under a tree. He has early signs of heat exhaustion.


Mile 34
David swerves to avoid a squirrel, crashes and cracks his carbon road bars. He SAGs
out.

Mile 40
Rachel needs a nature break. We separate from Team Chaos once again. Just me and
her for the next 20 miles.

(The heat is becoming oppressive)


Mile 50
Third SAG stop. We regroup with Team Chaos.


Mile 54
Stop in Sunol. My first feelings of nausea.


Mile 60
Begin Palomares climb. (The heat is now unbearable). I get my second flat, same tire.


Mile 62
I'm riding strong, albeit feeling like crap. I notice teammates sitting and laying
on the ground at various points along climb.

Mile 63
One of our Mentors gets heat stroke. He has stopped sweating and is disoriented.


Mile 68
SAG stop 4. I sit for a while. I'm woozy. I accidentally step on Meena's dog's tail.


Mile 73 Slow ascent up Dublin Grade. No one speaks. All are exhausted and ill.


Mile 74
I spot Iyer laying under a bush.


Mile 76
My tire is going flat again. Scott tops it off with Co2. 2 1/2 miles to go. I am at my
limit and start to dry heave a little.

Mile 77
One of my teammates, separated from Team Chaos, breaks down and sits on the curb one mile out from the finish,
crying. Anonymous Mormon family in a van with 10 kids picks her up and takes her to the end.

Mile 78
3:30pm
We're done! We sit on curb outside Chevron station. Mark buys us all water. It's all
any of us can manage to stomach.

4:30pm
Waiting for my carpool buddies to roll in...


5:30pm
We leave.


The Journey Home


Somewhere on 580 in Oakland, my bike almost falls off the bike rack. We pull into the shoulder on the fast lane side, and I'm terrified. You hear about people getting killed when they step out of their car on the freeway. Obviously, we survived it unscathed.


One of our passengers has a medical issue and urgently needs to go to the bathroom. We try to take the last Oakland exit, but the driver instead gets in the bus-only diamond lane. We are promptly pulled over and issued a ticket. We ask the officer if our friend can use the bathroom just on the other side of the freeway wall (by the Bay), but are yelled at and told to "go in the car."

That's not really an option, so we try to make it to Treasure Island. Traffic is at a standstill and it takes forever. It must be prom night because numerous stretch Hummers roll alongside us, with hoochies and meathead boys bursting out of moonroofs. Our teammate is on a downward spiral and bangs on the doors and sobs while she considers her bathroom options (or lack thereof). We finally make it to treasure island and she hops out and goes on the side of the road, just as a limo of promgoers whizzes past. We later stop again in downtown for another bathroom break.

I finally arrive home at 8:10pm. Friends from Sacramento have been waiting there for me since 7:00, and I am sun-baked, salty, grease-covered and smelly.


All heat, no shade in Livermore

May 14, 2009

"Chaos", setbacks, and progress

Work has kept me so busy that I haven't been able to blog in ages. A lot has happened, cycling-wise, since early April! So this is going to be a long post to get everyone up to speed.

First, I moved up to the next ride group. I was a little sad to leave Coach Fredsky's team, since I was just getting to know everybody, and Fredsky is so old-school and awesome (a cycling glove dangling from his bike frame, stuffed with energy bars, instead of a bento box? yes!). But, I came to know my new team quickly and they're great.

4/18 Team Chaos- just me and the boys

So my new team has been dubbed "Team Chaos," and rightly so. At our 60 mile Stafford Lake ride, we couldn't keep together for even a mile. Within the first 30 minutes, we were split into about 3 different groups, half of us went the wrong way, and one guy was completely doing his own thing (and still is). Coach Scott wasn't having it and pulled us over into a group meeting just before the hard climb of the day- Wilson Hill (7% grade).

He officially split us into Chaos A and Chaos B, and had me lead out Chaos A. Chaos A was composed of all guys, and is slightly faster. I was feeling really good about this, the sole woman leading a pack of men. We were coach-less. Rogues.

We were also mean and very un-TNT-like.

One cyclist moved up from a slower ride group and tried to hang with us, but we kept dropping him. He finally caught us along HWY 1, where we'd stopped for a bathroom break. Eager to get going, Chaos A collectively ditched him while he was still in the outhouse! I didn't even have time to object as half my guys were already a quarter mile up the road while I was thinking about it. I was riding fast and strong and didn't get dropped, and that's all that matters, though, right (somewhat sarcastically)?

Team Chaos in chaos


Team Chaos, orderly

At the end of the Stafford Lake ride, we had a team potluck and celebrated the 5th birthday of our teammate, Adrian. Obviously, he's not really 5 years old, rather it's been 5 years since his successful bone marrow transplant, and 5 years means he's officially cured! We need more cures.

Happy 5th Birthday, Adrian!

5/2 Half Moon Bay betrays me

Half Moon Bay is one of my favorite rides. I am always strong on this ride and always feel good, which is why I wasn't worried going into it, even though I had a) not been to the gym for two weeks, b) missed the previous Saturday's training ride because of work, c) was averaging 5 1/2 hours of sleep a night for the past week, and d) drank an entire bottle of wine Thursday night.

It was the worst judgement call ever, and I had the worst ride ever. Like usual, Coach Scott had me lead out, and for a good 15 miles I pulled the group along HWY 1 in a strong headwind. I was already burned out by mile 20. There we turned inland, and I welcomed the respite from the wind as we moved away from the coast. But I was already doomed as my strength was waning this early on in the 70 mile ride.

We eventually reached the first, and worst, climb of the day up Pescadero Road. I've done this climb a couple times and knew what to expect, but what I did not expect was how weak I was up this climb. My legs felt like cement and I got dropped by everyone in my group. The day just went downhill from there. I even opted to cut out the last (optional) climb. And I never cut out the optional climbs. Suffice it to say, I was extremely disappointed in myself and started to seriously doubt my abilities on the bike.

A helping hand up Pescadero Road

Demoted

The week following Half Moon Bay, I got an email from Coach Scott, telling me that I would be leading out Chaos B for the next two team rides. Ouch. My pride was wounded. Just two weeks before, I was leading the pack. It made sense, though. Chaos A was getting stronger, and I found myself chasing them constantly up the hills. As ride support, you're supposed to be a little faster than the group you're leading, and Chaos A was starting to lead me. It was time to get back on track and hit spin class and get some sleep.

5/9 Redemption

Last weekend we had a 70+ mile training ride, mostly in the Oakland and Berkeley Hills. I had been to the gym and done everything right the week before, but I was still anxious coming off my poor showing at Half Moon Bay. Plus I knew this ride would have a lot of climbing- Redwood, Pinehurst, and Grizzly Peak all in one day.

Thankfully, my focus paid off and I did fine. I was still getting dropped by the faster climbers in my group (and some of the ladies moved up to Chaos A- woohoo!), but I've come to acknowledge that they've just really progressed in their training, while I have just... gained weight. The ironic thing was, Team Chaos as a whole rode together most of the day- something we've never seemed to accomplish on any team ride.

Downside of the day? The ride took at least an hour longer than I expected. The upside? A long stop at Trader Joe's in Orinda for water, and an even longer stop with iced latte at Peet's 15 miles from the ride finish. Just the boost we all needed.

View from Skyline with Oakland down below

Apr 11, 2009

Bicycling Hall of Fame Comes to Our Neck of the Woods

I was excited to read today that Davis, CA will be the new home of the U.S. Bicycling Hall of Fame! UC Davis is my alma mater, so this makes me especially proud, but I also like the fact that I can go visit the Hall of Fame next time I see my parents in Sacramento.

Ah, Davis... home to bike circles (roundabouts), bike speeding tickets, and bike "BUI's." I enjoyed many happy years there on my Schwinn Collegiate.

You can read the article here.

Bikes on the UC Davis Campus

Apr 7, 2009

The Bike Adds 10 Pounds

Wait, no, my bike weighs 20 pounds? Okay, that's not what I mean. I'm referring to that "camera adds 10 pounds" adage we all know. Here is my experience: I can look fatter in photos, I can look fatter on a bike. Put those together and I've got a photo of me, on a bike, looking significantly larger than I am just standing there.

It's a number of things, really. Part of it is you are hunched over and your belly tends to just sit there (unless you're engaging your core of steel). Another thing is that layers of cycling clothes add bulk, and wearing skin-tight shorts while seated does little good for the appearance of your thighs. Lastly, there is that expectation that a photo of you riding will look, say, like Alberto Contador riding. The sad truth is, I have had many photos of me taken on my bike, by professional photographers at countless registered rides, and I have yet to find one I truly like.

This past Saturday I rode in my second Cinderella Classic. This is an all-women's metric century (100K/65 miles) that draws participants from all over California, and even neighboring states like Oregon and Washington. I think it is the only all-women's ride of its kind in the nation, and registration for it sells out tremendously fast. Being said, I feel lucky to have this ride in my own backyard. The tradition is to wear girly accoutrements, and you'll see women riding in anything from Rapunzel-styled hats to full-on prom dresses. I myself have an aversion to doing really long rides in anything other than cycling clothes (hello chafing and sweat-retention), but hey those gals look pretty good!

The Cinderella draws riders of all sizes, ages, and abilities. In fact, I saw a girl of about seven riding attached to her mom on one of those kid's trailer cycles. You see a big variety of bikes out there, too- from road bikes to hybrids to cruisers. Of course that can mean some much slower riders to get stuck behind, but hey it feels good to be one of the faster crowd on my road bike for once. Plus, the Cinderella is not about racing, it's about enjoying the day, with all it's wacky costumes and sisterhood. All 65 miles of it.

A fairly flattering photo of me at this year's Cinderella, equipped with helmet tiara.
The mustard fields in the background make me look like a Tour de France rider whizzing past the iconic sunflower fields... almost.

Apr 3, 2009

The Spoils of Victory


Why do we ride as hard as we do? For the food and beer, of course! There was nothing more gratifying than rolling into the parking lot at the end of last Saturday's ride, and seeing my friend, Jake, who immediately passed me a lager-filled water bottle.

Eager, grabbing hands at a SAG stop

Pizza, beer, and good company post-ride

Apr 2, 2009

I Saw a High Wheel Bicycle!

Riding High

I was on my lunch break, about to cross Sutter Street at Kearney, when I spotted him- it was a guy with a high wheel bike! Now the only high wheel bike I'd ever seen in person wasn't even a real bike. It was just the high wheel bike sculpture in Davis, CA- my old college town and bike capital of the nation.

The guy wasn't riding the bike, but he was wearing a helmet, so I know that at some point he was going to ride it. It was really beautiful and authentic, painted black with a leather saddle. It was a moment where I once again realized I need to carry a cheap digital camera at all times, or maybe finally get an iPhone.

I wanted to catch up with this man, and ask him all the obvious why? and how? questions, but somehow he disappeared into the crowd ahead of me. How you can disappear while walking with a high wheel bike is beyond me, but he did.

Man atop a high wheel bicycle, sporting a handlebar moustache
(not to be confused with
moustache handlebars)
TIME Magazine archives

Vintage Racing

The sight of the high wheel bike got me thinking about the early days of bike racing. We may cringe at the idea of today's pro cyclists and their doping scandals... but drugs have been part of the sport since its onset. I am in no way advocating this, but it is a surprising fact. How else did those guys stay awake for six-day races in the velodrome? It wasn't about electrolyte supplements- it was about coffee laced with cocaine.

Below are photos from the Tour de France circa 1920s. Don't try this at home.

Sharing a smoke on the way to the Champs-Élysées


Stopping for a pint

The Three Bears


So I should write about last Saturday's ride. It was The Three Bears plus some extra mileage and a short climb up Rheem Boulevard in Orinda. I actually handled this ride well, and the weather was spectacular- warm enough to ride sans arm-warmers. I was even wishing I had worn shorts.

But, there was one thing- I had some digestive issues for most of the ride. I think it started the night before, and continued to the morning. It's something similar to Runner's Trots, which I will not get into here (but you can click on the link if you're curious). Just the name sounds gross, so you can only imagine. In any case, I had stomach cramping and vague nausea for the first half of the ride, and thankfully this dissipated by the time I had to climb The Bears.

The Three Bears are so named because they are three moderately difficult hills along Bear Creek Road. First there's Mama Bear, more of a straight, gradual climb. Then there is baby bear. There are arguably two small hills after Mama, and it's debatable as to which one is Baby. In any case it's a short climb that's not too severe. Papa Bear is last, and is the most steep at about a 7% grade. The descent off Papa can get really fast, and I had to feather my brakes the whole way. Against popular opinion, I find Papa Bear easier than Mama. Maybe it's because I'm already warmed up by the time I climb it?

Finally, just to rub salt in the wounds, there is a little menace of a hill called Goldilocks. You have to make quick-and-dirty work of this 9% grade bump in the road.

If there was a lesson to be learned on this ride, it is the importance of treating my body well and carefully watching what I eat. There is nothing worse than stomach discomfort paired with physical exertion. Your body just can't perform as it should.

A flat part of Bear Creek Road
from http://www.inl.org/bicycle/routes.html#bearcreek