Spring is here. The days are getting longer, trees are showing their buds, crocuses are popping up.
Most important, preseason baseball is in full swing. Literally.
This is my favorite time of the year and I can’t wait for the season to start. Adding to the anticipation is the excellent showing of the USA in the World Baseball Classic, one of the best tournaments I have witnessed to date. So excited am I about the new season that the Cardinal wear is already out of the closet.
If my Cub fan friends see that last sentence, there will be sarcasm in the air.
That’s right. You read it correctly. I have a serious crush on a 29+.
Don’t be hating me. After all, a crush is harmless, hurts no one unless it turns into obsession. It could.
Her boyfriend let me ride her yesterday, a cushy, plush, effortless jaunt that gave me just enough taste to makes me want her more. She belongs to him, though. I will have to get my own.
If his name was Jessie, she would be Jessie’s girl. Can we pretend his name IS Jessie? I want to sing the song.
I’m already dreaming about her. In my dreams we are gliding across sun filled fields of daisies, forever joined together, birds singing around us, guiding us into the rocks, escorting us into the woods. Heaven on earth, the sweat glistening in all the right places.
I woke up in a pool of drool, my pillow soaked.
She has big ones. I like big ones. She is a 29+, gorgeous 29″ x 3″ balloons with perfect knobs. I am in lust.
Her name is Salsa. Salsa Deadwood SUS. I want her. I want her badly.
No matter what happens, Saturdays are very difficult to ruin. Saturdays most often are my days, days to get all that important stuff done, to ride ride ride ride, to kick back. I protect my Saturdays, rarely give them away if at all possible. When my kids were younger it was a different story, what with all kinds of kid stuff and their sports and little trips. Even then, I always made it a priority to ride my bike, even if it meant BCDing it (Butt Crack of Dawning it).
Today was supposed to be very, very cold, as in the 20 degree range. Instead, it was 36 degrees when I set out at 8 AM, clothed in fleece lined tights and three layers up top. I was hopeful to find rideable dirt trails at Saw Wee Kee park, even though there were periodic downpours early in the day yesterday. My VW carted my bike and I to the woods, found absolutely pristine conditions, almost as if it hadn’t rained for days. Hallelujah!
My friend, Jon, was already out on the trails, his van the only vehicle in the parking lot as I arrived. I knew I would find my energetic friend somewhere out in the woods. Jon had probably been there for several hours. There is no one who likes to ride more than Jon.
There was one problem. As I landed my first jump, I heard the clunk of the rear shock bottoming out. The bike felt like it was riding low, confirmed by a sharp pedal strike a few more feet after that landing. I pulled to a stop, dismounted, inspected the shock and found exactly what I suspected — the seal was shot. My ride was likely over unless it was simply a case of the shock being low on air, an easy fix since I had a shock pump in my car. I turned back to the parking lot as Jon rolled up, followed me back to my car.
Things looked better after I pumped the shock up. It held full pressure, sat real nice as I hit the auto sag. Jon and I rolled back onto the trail. I flew over the first few jumps, felt the rear end of my bike drop. Sure enough, the shock did not hold pressure. Ride over.
Jon and I took some time to catch up on things before heading back to our cars. I had news for him, news that shocked the snot out of him. We talked about it for a while and I assured him that I am OK.
Good thing my bike shop is on the way home. Looks like they have the seals in stock. I should get the bike back and get some rides in before the snow and ice takes back the trails for the winter.
So I decided this was going to be a day to get things done. I did. Cleaned up the back yard, repaired a window and screen, finally moved that useless treadmill out of the upstairs master bedroom and sold it on Craigslist, put together a list of supplies needed for repairs around the house, straightened up the back yard shed. The treadmill ended up sticking in the maximum incline position when I tested it in the garage, so I gave it away instead of selling it — but it’s gone.
I built a nice little fire in the fire ring, enjoyed a conversation next to the fire with my friend Gina when she brought my spare mountain bike over for me. Perfect timing for her to bring it back. Gina teaches mountain bike skills classes for the local mountain bike riding association, had borrowed my spare to use with her students. Great timing. Now I can ride tomorrow.
It’s a quiet evening, solitary and good, my music keeping me company as I write, my orange and white feline friend warming in my lap. Saturday is always good, almost impossible to ruin.
There is nothing better than enjoying God’s magnificent creation with friends. Even better is rolling through God’s green (and a bit yellow with mixed reds/oranges) wonder.. fast. This past weekend I joined my friends Mike, Mike, and Jon for a jaunt through the twisting, undulating (cool word, eh?) dirt mountain bike trails of Brown County State Park, Nashville, Indiana. Brown County boasts some of the best singletrack dirt trails in the Midwest, a designation that my friends and I heartily endorse.
Mike L, Steve the Big Orange Blob, and Mike B
This was my fifth trip to Brown County with Jon — the first trip there was one of my first real mountain bike excursions. That first year was eye opening, my awe evident to Jon and our friend, Jim, who both love introducing the sport to friends. Brown County had been an annual trip each Fall for my two friends, a tradition that Jon and I have continued. Jon and I coaxed my friend Mike into going with us two years ago, easily hooking him to the rush of the trails. Last year we introduced Frank to Brown County.. he was almost in tears as he had to announce earlier this week that his boss had asked him to forego the trip in lieu of a work trip.
Jon brought along his friend, Mike B, for this trip, an enthusiastic intermediate level rider who immediately expressed his joy as we entered the woods to begin our two days of riding on Thursday morning, starting at the “bottom” of the park from the north entrance parking lot of Brown County State Park. That portion of the trail, the Pine Loop, begins by winding up a beautifully wooded ravine then through a sweet smelling pine forest, emerging to cross a small wood bridge into a fast flow trail. Pine Loop is a smooth beginner trail with enough twists, turns, climbs, roots, and rocks to give a preview of what is to come. We had already taken a 7 mile warm up loop while Mike B was on a work conference call from his car in the parking lot, so the three of us were able to give him a nice fast intro to the trail. Of course, Mike B had a very interesting crash later on while riding the Walnut trail, something he recorded from his GoPro camera mounted below his handlebar. The link is below. Somehow, he came out of that scary crash as enthusiastically as he had approached our ride all day, with a laugh and a smile. We all were really glad that Mike B joined us this year! His crash became the talk of the rest of our trip.
Our first day found us grinding the climbs before flying (literally.. both tires were off the ground a ton during the descents on that trail) the Green Valley trail, grunting the climbs over the roots and rocks of the Hesitation Point trail.. to be treated to a spectacular view at the top, then the rush of the advanced skill level Walnut trail. We reached the top of the park after another screaming rush riding the flowy Limekiln trail to the campgrounds. At the campground, we met up with three other friends who rode back down through Limekiln and Walnut with us to Hesitation Point. Those three rode back up to the campground to get cleaned up for dinner while we rode back down the Hesitation Point trail to Aynes and back to the north gate parking lot.
Mike L and I decided to ride our bikes from the trail head to the hotel where Mike B and Jon met us. All said, our first day was nearly 40 miles of dirt trail riding.
Lovely.
All retreated to our rooms, exhausted but extremely satisfied, the showers bringing us back to life. We met the three from the campground at the Big Woods brewery in Nashville, closed out the restaurant, sharing stories from our trail rides that day as well as ride stories of the past.
The next morning I woke amazingly refreshed, a bit sore from the previous day’s ride, but ready for another few hours of riding. After all, riding was our reason for our trip. None of us are partiers. We wanted to ride as much as possible. After a breakfast of sausage and fake scrambled eggs in the hotel lobby, we left Jon’s van at the hotel, rode into the park for more riding. Our ride started from the Pine Loop trail again, maybe even more sweet smelling in the morning dew. From there the boys coaxed me to ride the North Tower Loop trail, a ride that starts with two miles of grinding, albeit low grade, twisty climbing. My legs were sore. I didn’t want to start with climbing. But I was glad to be talked into riding and leading out on that trail. I was the fastest descender in the group, the climbs warming me up nicely so that when we reached the down and tight turning section of the North Tower Loop trail, I left my friends in the dust, waiting for them with a huge grin at the end of that trail. We ventured back to the Green Valley trail for more roller coaster riding, then climbed to Hesitation Point.
From there, we decided to take the park road to the Bobcat Bowl trailhead, a double black diamond expert trail, half of the trail newly finished a week before our visit. Bobcat Bowl is very narrow, following ridges over a whole lot of rocks and roots, with challenging switchbacks that threaten to throw your bike off the trail into the ravine. It’s also one of the most scenic trails in the park.. so wonderful. At one point, I had to walk a small section of trail that was probably three feet wide with a sheer drop off on my left. I am afraid of heights! The trail starts with a challenging, rocky switchback that leads to off camber, narrow dirt trails. It is a fun trail, but I found myself wishing I lived close enough to learn to ride Bobcat Bowl properly. I rode the first half very well, fast enough to take a break in the middle to wait for my friends to catch up. Once we got to the newly finished portion of Bobcat, where it begins to wind up the side of very tall ravines, I fell behind and had to walk some sections. We were a few hours into our ride and I was beginning to show some wear. Plus, I am heavier right now than I have ever been and it began to show in the climbs.
Here I am getting ready to negotiate a tight turn on Bobcat.
We finished the day by riding back down through the Aynes Loop. At the end, I found my second wind, leading us back to the park, forcing a large group of slower riders to give up the trail to us, allowing us to pass. We sprinted for the old covered bridge at the entrance to the park, then rolled back up the highway to our vehicles at the hotel.
I want to go again next week. It was that good!
If you have some time and want to get an idea of what the Walnut trail riding was like our first day, here is Mike B’s video. I am the orange guy at the beginning and the end. At 4:39, you will be treated to Mike’s end over into the ravine!
Baseball season officially began this past Sunday. That only means one thing – insufferable Cubs fans have crawled out of the wood work.
I am a St. Louis Cardinals fan. I always will be. There is no other choice, I think. Once I have believed, I always will believe. Baseball and God go hand in hand. That and I can’t imagine pulling for a team that doesn’t win.. every year.. annually. Baseball is God’s game and the Cardinals prove that.
I have to pee again. Already. It sucks imagining that I am old.
I hope you don’t whatever it is I am trying to say a rambler. I feel one coming on. My brain ain’t working any more than it normally does tonight.
The picture for this blog was taken about an hour ago. My neighbors are pitiful Cubs fans, complete with license plates on their cars that encourage people to pray for the Cubs (not a bad idea… they have existed in hell for 108 years). Last year they placed a Cubs garb clad goose on the fence facing my yard, then projected a big blue W on my garage when the Cubs finally bested the Cardinals (after many hapless years) in the playoffs. This year a freshly clad goose has appeared, as well as a Cubs wreath and a W flag facing my house. Last night, as my magnificently spandex clad self mounted my mountain bike on the back of my car in my driveway, Kilroy and Kilroy’s mother appeared from their second story windows to trash talk me. Apparently they are taking advantage of that first game Cardinal loss to gloat that the Cardinals are in last place.
I am so going to enjoy pissing in their front yard this September.
It pains me to admit that I hope the Cubs go all the way this year. My Cardinals are perennial winners. The Cubs are 100 year losers. Let their long suffering fans have their time to celebrate, then let’s get back to the business of mocking them.
Rambler is avoided, although I think I am going to write another blog just so I can continue rambling.
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From there, we decided to take the park road to the Bobcat Bowl trailhead, a double black diamond expert trail, half of the trail newly finished a week before our visit. Bobcat Bowl is very narrow, following ridges over a whole lot of rocks and roots, with challenging switchbacks that threaten to throw your bike off the trail into the ravine. It’s also one of the most scenic trails in the park.. so wonderful. At one point, I had to walk a small section of trail that was probably three feet wide with a sheer drop off on my left. I am afraid of heights! The trail starts with a challenging, rocky switchback that leads to off camber, narrow dirt trails. It is a fun trail, but I found myself wishing I lived close enough to learn to ride Bobcat Bowl properly. I rode the first half very well, fast enough to take a break in the middle to wait for my friends to catch up. Once we got to the newly finished portion of Bobcat, where it begins to wind up the side of very tall ravines, I fell behind and had to walk some sections. We were a few hours into our ride and I was beginning to show some wear. Plus, I am heavier right now than I have ever been and it began to show in the climbs.
