These are the days...

Looking for a hill. Again. Still. Preferably warm. And green. Apply within.

Chicago's bike season is officially in hibernation with the occasional wayward soul seeking warmth or a balaclava. Days are spent moving merchandise from here to there, the quick chat with brown santa, and wading through bicycle blogs and velo news. The same stories and photos exist now that were present in summer. But it's harder now, you have to use more imagination. Effort to forget that the one thing that lies outside the door is a frozen tundra; flat, tundra.

Hills work both ways. It's an amazing ride down, but you have to get to the top. 'Earn the downs'. Yeah the work to the top is a bitch, but what a bitch it can be. You get to the top and realize the effort that got you this far. Maybe stop enjoy the scenery, catch your breath. Maybe keep going, over the next ridge. Or maybe it's just another sharp climb after another false flat. Whatever, the other side waits.

I'm not one to pass up the joy from a shuttled run. Reserved energy ready to spring on the mountain. But maybe the climb is there to tame us, the mountain beating respect into us with every crank. Keeping us honest on the way down.

However it works, the joy is ever present. The wheels turning forward, up or down. The heart, in and out. The corners of the mouth, turned up.

Not so typical

It's not every December that you can ride dirt jumps in the Midwest, but today the Garden was rolling. The entire pump track was dry and aside from the occasional fallen branch across the line in great shape.

More interestingly, this was my first time back on the jumps after breaking my collarbone. The last time I was here was the day I left for Interbike. It felt good to get another shot at the Garden before winter settles in.

press pause.

The moments we are still morph the the motions into magic.

A day at Ray's is a good middle to a weekend. A chance to ride when the winds are cutting. A chance to gain some confidence going into the brutal Chicago winter. It felt good to get some pumps back into my shoulder. Having an actual pump track reminds you how fun riding can be, just rolling around, keeping the rhythm.

It doesn't all stay...

Another year, another Interbike. The bike geekfest I attend each year disguised as work. Outdoor Demo has always been the highlite of the trip and finding all the new goodies at the show is a close second.

Last year I used the demo to figure out which bike I wanted for the next year.

I ended up with this, an AnthemX29.

This year, I just rode, the shuttle, as much as I could. The gravity fed XC trails at Bootleg make for a more enjoyable time than the lake loops. I did climb the fireroad the first time so as to at least earn my first run.

As always there is fun to be had on the lower end of the mountain. North shore drops, teeter totters, table tops, and kickers. The first day I shot some video of a few features and enjoyed a kicker that launched you out to a flat.

This leads to beers, and the end of the first night.

The second day of demo led to further adventures which led to further thrills. A little higher, even farther, and a lot faster.

Which led to this.

A trip to the Boulder City ER and the LasVegas Strip Walgreens pharmacy led to some drugs and an interesting first day of the Indoor show. Walking around with a sling all day severly dampers the schwag access.

I left the show early, and came back to Chicago to get this.

It is now four weeks since the injury, and I'm feeling back to normal. I believe I will recover 100%, it will just take strengthening at this point. Can't wait to get the pedals turning again just in time for winter.

room.

My room has become a shrine. Or a larger than average closet. Either way, it holds everything I've got. I joke how my room can be measured by bike lengths. Some of these photos give a new perspective on that.




I enjoy the play on perspective brought by the image of the wheel sitting on the picture frame. I think back to when I studied and attempted Joan Miro-like arrangements in my paintings, and think I had never gotten it this naturally.

Splash

Sometimes it's nice to look back on the simple things.

SWK >PLS

I'd rather ride at Saw Wee Kee than Palos.

There, I said it.

Though, being the first rider there in the morning means you're going to be clearing the cobwebs from the trail

Yellow in Leadville?

Cadel and Judy rocking the 90's
Courtesy of Bikerumor.com and Michael Wilkinson

I would like to present to the UCI a ruling with a lot of numbers and decimals that wold require all Tour de France winners to race the Leadville 100.

Crazy, I know. But after years of bagging by Lance and Levi, who come with the best conditioning after a month of centuries, there is finally a reversal. Yes, Cadel has been a roadie, for a while, and a world champion, but if anyone should be able to conquer Leadville, Cadel has the credentials. This ruling would prove the bravado of any Tour winner. "Yeah, you think you've done some tough shit? Well try this". Maybe then, the dirt lovers could gain a little more respect for the roadies out there. However, this is Leadville, mostly fireroads and some real roads. We would rather see these roadies take on some singletrack and bounce over a rock garden or two. With this in mind, I urge the BC Bike Race to reschedule to August and prepare for next years possible entrants, the Schleck brothers after UCI ruling 1.7.012.3$%* takes effect, which will require all podium finishers to team up for the singletrack stage race.

I found Nowhere.

A trip birthed from a desire. A plan executed. and a life re-entered. This is the roller-coaster of my life most recently. I get to ride bikes for work. No, I don't get to review all the newest stuff. But I do enjoy the experience, no pro bono. Lately I have been able to travel to a manuafacturer for a week of riding and drinking the kool-aid. This trip sent me back for just enough time before I go on vacation for a week, or something like that, of riding in Big Bend Texas. First, Yes. Everything in Texas is bigger. Except your gastank. Second, The riding was great. The scenery was like I've not experienced. The memories are forever. I thought the place with the best trail which I would have liked to ride more was the last place we visited. Knowledge for next time. Will there be a next time? Maybe I'll fly.