Weapon of Choice

Some guy stabbed two people in Breck the other day, I rode the bus today oblivious that I too could be stabbed at any point. I have my application for a concealed weapons permit in at the Sheriffs Office right now. I'm thinking a less than deadly tazer might be the weapon of choice. Fat Boy Slim, Chrsitopher Walken. Meanwhile the Cinnamon Roller is Sunday, fixed with cross tires may be the weapon. As far as training goes I am behind on the week, I know what needs to be done but it escapes me. I get tired, sleep feels so good when you get to sleep, if not it only mashes the day into undigestable pieces of a too-tough meat that can't be passed.

Tuesday

The "B" bike is so cooked from a full season of cross as the training bike and a partial winter of riding that it pretty much is a singlespeed, I think it's about a two speed right now. It was cold today, I don't know how cold, just cold. the bike sleeps inside before the commute, the shifters and chain are lubed, but it doesn't like to shift. At least the brakes are OK. Yesterday it looked like there was a head on collision right where I ride to work, the sketchiest part of the commute, no room, narrow rock wall on one side and steep hill on the other. Slot canyon, sort of. No room for errors. I hate that part of the road. The kid and his dad digging a hole. Not much better than that. I like the beach.

Early

The ghosts are quiet. The more I get the more I feel at peace with the coming season, I just need one more puzzle piece to fall in and I have it dialed. Pacing the start more than past years, better bones take fewer hits. Brian is not well-fed. I am. Shooting for double digits this week, that might be a trick on a bike. Then another 6 plus on the weekend. Did you ride today?

Catching up

Friday's commute home was good, rolling as the wheels were. Little slip on some ice but better than a bumper touch. Put it to bed yesterday, time on the road on the cross bike. No good dirt within 200 miles, ferrous will have to wait for first dirt.

New power

Dust on crust today, the light dusting that I thought might make the commute a bit harder was just that, dust. By the time the mag chloride is mixed in there's nothing left but paste. I think the bike is taking a beating, salt is bad for steel, right? What about the corrosive effects of mag chloride? We don't have salt up here and I don't wash the bike every day, I should but I am tired at the end of it and need to not be. The motivation is even higher now after my little spin around the hood last night on the fresh ferrous it makes me want more work. Is that a puritan work ethic thing? I'm not pure I know that much, but I enjoy the salvation that comes with a 7 a.m. ride at 19 degrees. That brings purity. No excuses.

One

New machine. Fresh Ferrous puts on smiles.

More

It's piling up if only the sit bones would relax. More, always room for more. More fish lately and more riding today. If I do a ride and my legs don't hurt did I ride enough? Over again today what was done yesterday, Brian is getting fired up and the furnace won't stop. BTUs galore, tape worm (Brian) getting his fill, I just need mine. Woke on time today with a good head and a bit of left-over heat. Two breakfasts and two lunches. More. Slow is not an option.

base

Too much time off the bike. I feel ok about the fitness even after a few days at sea level. Now with soreness that can only come from chamois time I limp into the meat of base. I think my volume is probably better than it has been for this point in the season compared to the last few years. Enough geek stuff. Amazing curry to fill me up after the commute and lunch/puddle ride, now the chilly commute home. Indian food is almost perfect if we could work a bit of sushi in there my diet would not need help for months. Fresh tuna last night seared over good salad greens, livin' large. I have more sleep in my head and good things flowing thru into the pedals.

Another one

FORMER BASS PLAYER WITH SOCIAL DISTORTION KILLED BY CAR Associated Press PLACENTIA, Calif. — Brent Liles, a former bassist for the 1980s punk rock group Social Distortion, was struck and killed by a truck while riding a bicycle, authorities said Wednesday. He was 43. Liles was hit on Jan. 18. No immediate charges were brought against the driver. Liles, who was from Fullerton, joined Social Distortion in 1981 and played bass on the band's "Mommy's Little Monster" recording two years later. Fed up with turmoil inside the group, he and drummer Derek O'Brien quit the band during a New Year's Eve performance in 1983. Liles went on to play with other punk groups such as Agent Orange.

Back

One solid rainy day and at best half-way nice weather. The lines are getting straighter and the road a bit clearer, stil have a long way to go, I know that much.