Sunday, August 15, 2010
Thursday, August 5, 2010
Twitter Me This
Check out my Twitter. I'm a little slow on some things, but I do eventually get off the deck and into the sky! My phone is a little antiquated, so a newer phone--nothing fancy like the Droid, or the iPhone--is in the near future. But something that can run with the big boys, way in the back of the pack. Kinda like my cycling. This may almost replace me blogging, but at only 140 characters, I think blogging won't change. So check it out! Peace!
Thursday, July 22, 2010
California Dreaming
"All the leaves are brown,
And the sky is grey.
I've been for a walk,
On a winter's day.
I'd be safe and warm if I was in L.A.
California Dreamin' on such a winter's day.
Stopped into a church,
I passed along the way.
Well, I got down on my knees,
And I pretend to pray.
You know the preacher likes the cold,
He knows I'm gonna stay.
California Dreamin' on such a winter's day."
~1979, The Mamas and The Papas
I was five when that song came out. Even growing up, until now, I personally never have dug anything about California. But in the soul, the song makes total sense.
As cycling here in little home town La Grande is picking up, I am in the cold. Everyone I knew who was into it here, have changed all their venues, as it were. I have always rode by myself due to either my lack of being able to gain friends, or the inability to be good enough for anybody else. My TT bike is the biggest Frankenstein I have--it should be alive by now, and be able to accelerate me to the moon and back in record time. And I have the APC of TT bikes!
It is a little past mid July here in NE Oregon. The temps are starting to show instability in raising the mercury levels, the afternoon winds are terrible--it's almost as if we were living (without the poisonous clouds, though) on Venus! Road construction is everywhere. Chip seal is going everywhere. It's almost as if a nuclear, anti-cyclist storm has hit Union County! A good snowy winter will set most of the chip seal, but it will be four years before it will be almost smooth.
Even though it is hot outside, the soul of this dreaming cyclist is cold. Califonia dreamin' on such a summer's day!
And the sky is grey.
I've been for a walk,
On a winter's day.
I'd be safe and warm if I was in L.A.
California Dreamin' on such a winter's day.
Stopped into a church,
I passed along the way.
Well, I got down on my knees,
And I pretend to pray.
You know the preacher likes the cold,
He knows I'm gonna stay.
California Dreamin' on such a winter's day."
~1979, The Mamas and The Papas
I was five when that song came out. Even growing up, until now, I personally never have dug anything about California. But in the soul, the song makes total sense.
As cycling here in little home town La Grande is picking up, I am in the cold. Everyone I knew who was into it here, have changed all their venues, as it were. I have always rode by myself due to either my lack of being able to gain friends, or the inability to be good enough for anybody else. My TT bike is the biggest Frankenstein I have--it should be alive by now, and be able to accelerate me to the moon and back in record time. And I have the APC of TT bikes!
It is a little past mid July here in NE Oregon. The temps are starting to show instability in raising the mercury levels, the afternoon winds are terrible--it's almost as if we were living (without the poisonous clouds, though) on Venus! Road construction is everywhere. Chip seal is going everywhere. It's almost as if a nuclear, anti-cyclist storm has hit Union County! A good snowy winter will set most of the chip seal, but it will be four years before it will be almost smooth.
Even though it is hot outside, the soul of this dreaming cyclist is cold. Califonia dreamin' on such a summer's day!
Sunday, June 6, 2010
DV, FB, and KFC
(La Grande, Oregon. TMN) Last Saturday, June 5, 2010, a host of souls went out for the race against domestic violence. There were routes for both runners and cyclists. With sunshine prevailing, and the temperatures reaching above 70 degrees, the day was awesome for those stretching their legs and enjoying a good time.
However, in the face of it all there was one who did not have a good time.
"I rode for about 25 miles, before I called for vehicular support, and quit riding," said a person who wished to identified only as his race number, 317. "I was told that the start time was at 7 a.m. And when I got to the start line at Riverside, the clock had already been running for 50 minutes!"
All ready to pull the longest leg of the race, nearly a full 100 miles, 317 was dressed up and ready for battle. Looking this year to reduce his stops and save some energy for his most dreaded part of the route, he had water bottles on bike and behind his saddle with food stashed in a box on the bike and in his jersey pocket.
He was not even of the rolling stretch of Lower Cove Road when he made his call to be picked up.
"When I looked at my clock on my speedometer, it said it was 9 a.m. I should have been almost to Elgin by 9 a.m. Not almost to Imbler."
After he was picked up, returned his bike to what he calls his "bat cave", and finally went home, he helped his neighbor build his fence. His neighbor is soon to be deployed to Iraq for his second mission, and time is of the essence.
"My attitude did get a lot better. Who knew that building a fence could be enjoyable!" 317 stated with a weird kind of grin. "And even better yet, my neighbor and I got to enjoy the fine taste of Kentucky Fried Chicken!"
However, in the face of it all there was one who did not have a good time.
"I rode for about 25 miles, before I called for vehicular support, and quit riding," said a person who wished to identified only as his race number, 317. "I was told that the start time was at 7 a.m. And when I got to the start line at Riverside, the clock had already been running for 50 minutes!"
All ready to pull the longest leg of the race, nearly a full 100 miles, 317 was dressed up and ready for battle. Looking this year to reduce his stops and save some energy for his most dreaded part of the route, he had water bottles on bike and behind his saddle with food stashed in a box on the bike and in his jersey pocket.
He was not even of the rolling stretch of Lower Cove Road when he made his call to be picked up.
"When I looked at my clock on my speedometer, it said it was 9 a.m. I should have been almost to Elgin by 9 a.m. Not almost to Imbler."
After he was picked up, returned his bike to what he calls his "bat cave", and finally went home, he helped his neighbor build his fence. His neighbor is soon to be deployed to Iraq for his second mission, and time is of the essence.
"My attitude did get a lot better. Who knew that building a fence could be enjoyable!" 317 stated with a weird kind of grin. "And even better yet, my neighbor and I got to enjoy the fine taste of Kentucky Fried Chicken!"
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