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I Pity the Fool

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A few weeks ago I talked to Dug about doing RAWROD (I believe it stands for riding around white rim in one day) and he said I should try to get out 3-4 times a week and I would be good to go.  The weather got in my way of getting out that many times.  I did my best, but I knew I was in no shape to get on a bike and ride for 100 miles. I had my doubts and was very close to bailing on the trip altogether. I probably could have found a million excuses but never came up with a really good one. The night before, when I was scrambling around trying to find a bike, Dug texted me and said “if not now, when?”

The night before the ride I realized a few things. I realized that the Honda Ridgeline is not a wimpy truck but in fact Elden’s machine is the ultimate biking vehicle. I realized that I was screwed and that I was surrounded by some excellent bikers. I realized that Kenny is one of the nicest guys in the world by putting on RAWROD voluntarily. I realized that I like beer brats. I learned that I am not the only one that snores and that if you need something, like a sleeping bag you wake somebody up. Sorry Botched. I realized that waking up at 6 am in cold temperatures before a big ride is a good excuse not to ride. It was cold.

Crazy things go through the mind when you are on your bike alone in the desert. Delirium sets in and interesting conversations begin. Within the first ten miles I started this conversation with the trail. It was the same conversation Clubber Lang had about Rocky Balboa in Rocky III.  “Do you hate Sleepy? I don’t hate him, I pity the fool. What is your prediction for this ride? My prediction? PAIN.” This conversation played through my mind for the next 90 miles! I could not shake it, so I accepted it. I was going to be in pain the rest of the day.

I remember that after the first stop I was feeling pretty good. I know it was only 27 miles to the first stop, but I had never been on a bike that long before and I was pretty proud of myself. In fact, I tried to run a marathon a few years ago and did not finish. I figured that getting through this ride makes up for it and I will never have to redeem myself and run another marathon. But after the first stop I started feeling my legs go. I could tell that I was going to cramp up because I could feel the twitch in my leg every time I put a little pressure on the pedals. So for the next 30 miles to lunch all I was thinking was “I should have ordered the foot long cold-cut combo, why did I only get the six-inch?” At that point I was completely cooked. I had plenty of opportunities to throw in the towel but honestly it never really crossed my mind that I would not finish. I was determined. Apparently I did not look determined. I know I sweat a lot but I must have looked quite salty.  I could actually feel the salt caked on my face.

So, to my surprise I made it to lunch. I was thinking “sweet, I’m done”. But as soon as I rolled up, Dug and Brad were waiting with supplies to keep me going. Within 10 minutes I ate two pickles, a can of chicken noodle and stars, Tums, beef jerky, my puny 6″ cold cut combo, trail mix, water, carborocket, and Diet Coke.

After lunch, I felt pretty good. I knew it was going to be a long day but the rest of the trail was two miles of gradual climbing followed by two miles rolling downhill. At the time it felt like I was always climbing. I had the iPod in and tried to find a rhythm that wouldn’t cause cramping.  After a few hours I noticed a huge climb ahead of me. I thought that there was no way I was going to make it up. I was already cramping but I figured I had to try every climb. I went up the first little section and felt pretty good, but then I turned the corner and it got very steep. I was in trouble. Before I could click out of my pedals both legs locked up straight. I fell over with both feet still clipped in. Luckily the sag wagon was right behind me. Someone jumped out of the truck and rushed over to me. I was pretty much out of it, blinded by the pain of all of my leg muscles cramping up. He handed me something and said “eat this”. I’m not sure what it was and at the time I probably would have accepted pooh sticks, but whatever it was, it seemed to help. He continued to try to get my legs to bend and finally he was able get them out of the locked position. He threw my bike in the back of the truck and said “get in”. I thought about it for a millisecond and quickly took him up on the offer.

It was hot, but because of exhaustion I still had my long sleeve jersey on after 85 miles. I got to the top of Hardscrabble and I heard Brad yell out, “Dug we need to pin Sleepy down and get that long sleeve jersey off.”  I figured I would waste needed energy fighting them off, so I dropped my bike and stripped down.

  I don’t remember very much after this point. It was a blur. I do remember the last ten miles were the longest miles of the ride. I kept thinking we were getting close to the last climb. I started to lose hope because I could feel my legs going again. We finally made it to the bottom of the switchbacks and I fell over again with cramps. This time it was right in the middle of the road and I scrambled a few times to get out of the way of some vehicles. Dug decided he was ready to go and he went. I watched him go up and it nearly made me puke. It looked steep. After I watched him for a few minutes, I decided it was now or never.So I slowly began my climb and learned it was much steeper than it looked. So about ¾ of the way up I decided I needed to walk.  I went around a switchback and heard Brad yelling and pointing out that there were only two more switchbacks to go. I had made the decision to walk the rest, but after seeing him at the top I decided to jump back on the bike. I slowly made my way to the top and quickly forgot about all the pain during the ride. I was happy.

As much as I hated the ride, I loved it. During the ride, I said I would never do it again, but when I got to the top I was ready to do it all over. So, when is the next big ride? I’m ready.



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April 29, 2008 at 10:16 pm

mmmm ice cream

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Right around 10-1030p I bet this is what I look like.  I would like to put a camera in the freezer that would take my picture every time I peered into it looking for ice cream.  It’s a bad habit, but I love it.  I love ice cream.   My mom used to eat a bowl at night and I must have picked it up from her.  On Saturday nights I check to see if we have any.  If we don’t then I usually run to the store in the middle of the night.  If I forget to check, then we start calling friends in the neighborhood.  Ashley usually comes through for me as she always does.  But if that route fails, we start dialing family.  So I apologize if we call on Sunday asking if we can come by because all I really want is a bowl of ice cream.  It probably would not be so bad to have a bowl a night, but to follow it up 8 hours later in the morning with a diet coke and 6-pack of Donut Gems is just a recipe for disaster. Every night I try to fight the urge, but I usually cave 99 out of 100 times.  In fact, I need a bowl right now.


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April 22, 2008 at 11:34 pm

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29er down

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Last Saturday I was going to head out for a quick ride with a neighbor. I was getting all the gear set up and just about to load the bikes into the truck when something felt weird. I was not sure what it was, but I thought it might be the bike adjusting to the new 22t rear cog. So I rode up and down the street to see if it would work itself out. It didn’t so I started looking around and sure enough I noticed a giant crack in my frame. It was a sad day, at least for an hour before I got it to Infinite Cycles.

They immediately said that I need to stop riding so hard. I told them it was not the rough riding but more of a fat man on a little bike. Luckily Jamis warranties their frames for life. The guys at Infinite are working to get it back to me in time for White Rim this weekend. They don’t put a tip jar out, but if they had one I would put all my stripper 1s in as a thank you.

I hope I get the 29er back in time because I went out today on the old Gary Fisher Big Sur and it did not feel right. I was out of control and was out of my game. Fun bike, but I don’t think I can ever go away from the rigid suspension or the 29inch wheels.

***By the way, I tried the double tap on the helmet as a greeting, and I got a blank stare and a double take. It is going to be my bike greeting from now on.

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April 21, 2008 at 11:01 pm

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i wimped out

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I love my bike. I bought it at the beginning of last season and fell in love with it at the parking lot of Infinite Cycles. To be honest, I probably could have picked up any bike and loved it but I fell for this because it was on sale for $800. But here she is in her full glory:

It’s a singlespeed and I probably should be on something geared, but I can’t afford it. I went on a ride up Provo Canyon and blew up on the first climb and decided I was tired of grinding the gear I had. So I wimped out today and bought a 22t rear freewheel. I went over to Racers and he hooked me up on the spot. It’s large and looks out of place. I don’t think I’ll turn into Superman and climb faster but hopefully it allows me to climb for a longer period of time.

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April 15, 2008 at 8:33 pm

was i rude?

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I have had something on my mind for a week now. And when it happened, I must have replayed the exchange in my head at least five times to see if I was rude or not. I don’t know what the etiquette is and I don’t even know if there is one. I know with motorcycle riding there is a standard greeting by putting the hand out as you pass. I have seen this used across major highways and on neighborhood roads. I’m sure it’s no big deal, but etiquette is etiquette. For example, my mother in law makes fun of me because I don’t set the table correctly, even if it’s a casual dinner and she will normally go back and correct what I did.

Well here is what happened. I was coming down the trail and I pulled over for some bikers coming uphill. As they passed I could tell that both of them were talking to me, but since I had my music in I could not here them so I just smiled and said “it’s a beautiful day.” So I continued downhill thinking about the small exchange I just had and started laughing because I realized what they were asking me. At first I thought it was just a hello or other standard greeting, but I realized the first person asked if there were any followers and the second person asked how the trail conditions were. During this 5 second exchange my only reply was “it’s a beautiful day.” So my question is, what is my obligation to an oncoming rider that I don’t know and not riding with? Do I have to pull the earbuds out so I can hear them? I think it’s probably an acknowledgment that they are there and that I am not obligated to answer any questions. If I am wrong then I apologize for being rude.

I have had some people go above and beyond what I think is necessary. For example, Dug and I were trying to catch up to the group on Saturday along the Provo Canyon paved trail and a guy came toward us with his sign flashed early. It must have been a good 50 feet in front of us when he sat up in the saddle looked at us and gave us the peace sign. It was a blatant attempt to let us know he was acknowledging us. Dug and I must have pedaled another 200 feet and we were still talking about the gangster sign he flashed.

These are the greetings in my bag… When I encounter someone on the trail I blurt out “man it’s a beautiful day”. If I’m grinding uphill it’s a nod or a simple “thanks” and I use that when they pull over so I don’t have to stop pedaling. My favorite greeting I need to add to my arsenal is the wiggle of the fingers off the grips. I think this is more of a road ride greeting, but it says hello and shows you care because there is some effort. The next one I will try is two taps on the top of the helmet like I am loaded and ready to fire an RPG. That might be my signature greeting from now on.

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April 13, 2008 at 3:58 pm

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Anyone? Anyone?

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Does anyone want to get out and ride, golf or just sit in the sun? I would rather ride, but with some convincing I would settle for the other two.

It’s been a long winter. I am really looking forward to having some decent weather here. I was afraid that we would not have a spring this year and we would jump right into summer. I am so sick of the cold weather that after 11 years here in Utah, I was seriously considering moving to a warmer state.

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April 10, 2008 at 11:02 am

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Top 10 Golf Courses

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Here are my top 10 golf courses I have played in Utah. I would write about the top 10 that I have played, but most courses outside of Utah would rank 1-10 and I would have no mention of what Utah offers. I have played some awesome courses outside of Utah, and I will name a few to prove a point. I have played Whistling Straights in Kohler, Wisconsin and a few other courses there. I played Cypress Point, Spanish Bay, and Bayonet/Blackhorse courses in Monterey, CA. If I post all those, Utah would be left out. I am an 8-10 handicap and the quality of the course is just as important as the surroundings in my opinion.

Here is my top 10 with a few reasons why I like them. Sorry St. George that I left you out, but anytime I am down there I would rather ride my bike than golf. That says a lot because there are some fantastic courses there, but my favorite bike trail is Gooseberry Mesa located 45 minutes from you.

#10 South Mountain

9 out 10 times the wind will factor in the total score. Also, every lie is a challenge.

#9 Bountiful Ridge

Greens were spectacular. Never had a straight putt.

#8 Mountain Dell

Lake Course has some great holes for some great golf shots.

#7 Wingpointe

Links style course with a stiff wind.

#6 The Homestead

I know it’s a resort, but some of the scenery is spectacular.

#5 Valley View

Tricky Greens and for right handers most fairways slope away.

#4 Hobble Creek

Great place to fine tune the irons. If you’re not in the fairway, you’re not in play.

#3 Willow Creek CC

Fast greens and lots of trees.

#2 Wasatch

Wasatch climbs up because of the location of the course. In the canyon on the mountain side.

#1 Glenwild

Park City’s finest. The fairways are plush, the greens are fast and difficult to read. There are many course outside of Utah I would like to play, but I would choose to stay in state and play as many rounds possible at Glenwild.

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April 8, 2008 at 4:24 am

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