Dreaming of a Life Less Ordinary

  The Corner of Flynn and Patterson Pass Answering their call…   The Sirens I knew it was only a matter of time before the sweet songs of the Sirens called me home.   For weeks or has it been months they have called to me.   Asking me to come.   Ever since, the first time I took my car up Altamont Pass Road and went right on Carroll Road and crossed over 580 on Flynn Road those Sirens have called to me.   They have asked me to come forth and present myself, to come to them and stand true and ready.   Those damn sirens and there sweet, sweet songs, calling to me, telling to come, come and climb.   To test my endurance and stamina.   Come to us Billy b and climb us, climb the hills of the Altamont Pass.   The combination to answer the call of the Sirens came together this week.   First, when I was able to ride all of Greenville Road without going using all my gears, and a corporate mental health day on Friday September 23. ...

  Stitches in the Right Eye Stiches... Ride... Hills… Rain... Ride...   I saw the opportunity to ride today so I took it.  This was the first weekend I didn’t have a real workout in a very long time.  I did some minor walking with the girl and a lot of running around the backyard with her, but I was on a limited exercise per doctors’ orders.  See, on Friday I had to have an old man spot removed from my right eye.  It was some sort of cyst.  I am sure the doctor told me what kind; I just don’t remember.  It was benign and nothing to worry about but in the end, but it had to come off so they could test it.   The man was a magician.  No really.  I didn’t feel a thing the entire time he worked on me.  Did I get a little panicky when he started?  Yaa, but whenever someone is going to work on you with needles in a knife, I think you get that way.  However, the nurse numbed the eye up nice with some ointment and eye ...

  Blue handlebar tape... FANCY! It was a no brainer... the decision was made the moment one meeting ended early and the other was moved due to a person being busy.  A void in my day parted like the red sea and I was out of my chair lickety-split.  However, my Tuna with cheese was being delivered?  Oh fuck the Tuna with cheese there would be other sandwiches, uh plus you could put it in the fridge.  Yes, that is just what I would do.   I practically raced down the hallway pulling my gym cloths off as I went.  I was in the cabinet grabbing my bike shorts and slipping into them, and a game of twenty horses decided on which jersey I would ride with today.  I was thinking about going trash pandas on the socks when the jersey came out white, but optioned for the kokopelli's instead.  I like that little dude.  Like him better when he is on a bike.  It didn't matter to me that I already had a workout scheduled with Clayton.  I had...

Question:  What is wrong with this picture? (answer below)  Le Tour qui n'a jamais existé In the hours that have passed since Saturday I have thought a lot about what to call this blog.   Heck, the days and the weeks leading up to it, I thought a lot about what I would call this blog.   However, the last 48 hours have changed any pre-Le Tour de Fuzz ideas that I might have had.   I am trying to find the right balance between positive and negative to express my views on my first Tour de Fuzz experience.   What I had thought would be the title of the blog let me feel that I was telling a negative story, Le Tour de Dud!   While calling it the Tour of Failure, just isn’t right.   Then saying I did it!!   Is far from the truth as well.   They say it is all about the journey and not the destination.   I have heard so many times before so many events that the fact that you start the event is the win.   That you put yourself out ...

  A year ago I couldn't ride a bike.  I physically, was to heavy to do it.  If I would have tried to get on the bike my ass would have not let me stay on it.  It would have simply been to painful. If you would have told me then that on 8/30/22 I would be logging on to report in preparation for my 62 Mile Bike Ride on Saturday I road over 853 miles since June 14, 2022 and that number will  around 865 by tour day, then push over 900 miles by the end of the ride on Saturday, I would have said you are nucking futz.  I could barely walk in November 2020 and now I am arguably in the best shape of my life today.  That is insane.  It really blows my mind.   I am really excited for Saturday.  A little scared too.  62 is a long way to go.  2,800 feet is a lot of climbing to do.  However, it is nervous excitement. I was out for 11 miles today.  I had to balance my energy.  Part of me wanted to crank it out.  Howev...

Me and The Narrow Subway: 08/25/22 It is hard to believe that Tour de Fuzz is 8 ½ day away.   Where has the summer gone?   Today is my last official half day, where I take time away from the office to get my distance rides in.   Depending on which Satellite you use, I either road just over 36 or just over 35.   I tend to lean towards Coospo being right but mainly b/c it usually has me going further and climbing more.   What?!   Of course, I like the one better that gives me better results.   Who doesn’t.     I had no defined route for today.   I had an idea of what I was going to do.   Go out Northfront to the Narrow Subway, turn around, take Dyer to the end, turn around go back to Northfront, come down out of the hills, go left on GreenBill, left on Patterson Pass, to Cross, up and down cross, turn around come up Cross and then down patterns, to the end of GreenBill and that should be a day, between 35 and 40 miles.   Not ...