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i really don’t feel like talking about it right now :(

it was a full moon this evening, but you wouldn’t have know with all the cloud cover. last night i got an undecipherable message on my cell phone from an old buddy of mine. i couldn’t make out what he said on his message, because my cell service has the worst messaging system in the world. it can make anyone seem like they are right under niagra falls floating in their barrel, eating a peanut butter sandwich …with the tv on :). so anyway, i knew that the last time my friend and i were going to ride together was on the last full moon. that trip got canceled due to work obligations. i kind of figured that he wanted to go riding on this full moon. it was kind of late so i just pinged him in the morning.

we decided to meet at 8:30pm in the town near the trail head. i am not going to give away any names on this post, because we were about to ride the trail illegally, and i don’t want to get busted. i will only say that the trail rhymes with “wall dance”, and the town name rhymes with “shmyons”.  i got to shmyons about 7:30pm.  i know it was pretty early, but i was coming directly from work, and frankly i didn’t want to spend another minute at work. so i just got some of my stuff ready and sat in the car for the next 50minutes, listening to my ipod with my new bose head phones. if you don’t have a pair of these bad boys i would strongly recommend it. especially if you are waiting for a friend in a dark parking lot overlooking the town. the song and artist of the night was iron wine‘s “wolf”. i sat there for a few moments and it wasn’t long before i was asleep. i was pretty lucky to wake up 5minutes before the ride. i was also pretty lucky to not have to have my friend wake me up.

shortly after my friend arrived, we packed up our camelbaks, put our bikes together, and we were off.  we wound our way through the small side streets of town mostly without the aid of our headlights. we were both trying to conserve our batteries at this point and besides there were small hints of the road lines illuminated, from the diffused moon, and the distant light pollution from the random street lights.

i eventually turned on my super-mega-light-of-the-sun headlight as we rode along the highway. i think an oncoming car just gave me the light flicker to indicate that my “high” beams were on. “sorry, i only have one mode”, i said to myself,  as the pissed off driver passed.  light humor and catch up stories were yelled back and forth as we rode up to the trail head.  the night had a really neat fall feel to it. it was probably mid to upper thirties, foggy, and kind of drizzling. from the headlight it almost looked like really light snow. except for our occasional conversations, the moist air dampened all the sounds and made for a very quiet and almost eery atmosphere.

mountain biking at night is a little different beast than regular mountain biking.  one of the biggest challenges is having the light point in the correct direction.  i usually use a handlebar mounted light, but this forces you to only see where the handlebars are pointing.  as my fried point out to me, it is much more advantageous to have a helmet mounted headlight.  that way you can see where you are looking.  so simple!  another problem with headlights no matter where they are mounted, is that they tend to remove depth from the scene.  we both found ourselves riding up to some point in the trail…fairly slowly, only to realize that what was in front of us was actually very steep and needed some momentum.  another weird phenomenon from headlights, is that they either add or remove shadows to or from objects on the ground, causing small unimportant pebbles look rather significant. conversely, big boulders without shadows almost seem flat…..huh, imagine that.  i was lucky to have giant 29 inch wheels which got me through most of these but not all of them.  i had a couple of falls related to this phenomenon, but riding at night is still by far, more enjoyable and exciting than a day ride, given the same trail.

i know that i have written about riding at night a few times, and how enjoyable it was.  these past posts were all city and highway ride on my commute home.  there is really something special about mountain biking at night and riding up to a trail with your lights only able to illuminate the bushes and trees guarding the entrance. the rest of the trail looks like an entrance into the abyss of the mountain.  in fact, each corner looks that way momentarily, just before you turn into it.  there is a brief instance in every turn where you have to rely on faith and experience to get you through without incident.  this makes every moment exciting, and you never want to get out of the “ready” position.  you know the position? … pedals level, weight off the seat slightly in back, arms and knees bent outward.  if that isn’t enough for your entertainment, there is a whole slew of illusions that add to your senses.  as you’re riding as fast as you can past the trees and brush, your headlight cast rather dynamic shadows upon the nearby objects that sometimes move in organic nonlinear directions,  giving the appearance of a moving life form right next to you.  i find myself constantly looking to the side thinking that i saw something move. i think my heart rate hovers pretty high whenever i ride at night.

we actually had some deer encounters as we were flying through the darkness in our tunnels of light.  it was so cool to see them coming up to the trail…crossing in front of us in all their glory, and going off into the foggy dark emptiness.  they couldn’t have been more than twenty feet in front of us.  at first they looked like the dancing shadows from our lights, but then you could see their glowing eyes, and huge shiny antlers, as they came charging past us in full stride.  this was a very cool diversion back to the augmented reality of night mountain biking.

almost as soon as we started heading back my battery became so weak that the small orange glow was no longer “like the sun”. at this point i could barely see the trail and the diffused moon was not much help.  i have never used my light longer than the time it takes me to ride home from work…roughly an hour.  it was really too bad that we had been out for an hour an 10 minutes.  my friend had extra batteries with him, but their strength was as unknown as the universe itself.  i tried one battery and it was only slightly brighter than my battery.  i still able to ride with it for a few hundred yards before giving up on it.  the next battery was a little better and i was able to use it for almost two miles.  i still couldn’t see very well so i had to ride a little more cautiously.  i found myself riding over these unbelievable boulders and ruts despite having a “light”.  it was very scary a couple of times, when i found myself atop a big rock on the side of the trail…thinking, “how’d i get up here?” when this battery died, i had one more of my friend’s batteries to try.  this one was very weak, i almost got no illumination from it at all.  almost immediately after installing it i had a pretty good endo. this was probably one of my better endos.  as i was going over, somehow i unclipped out of both pedals simultaneously ejecting myself from the bike and rock carnage.  i must have been more than 5 feet from my bike when it was all said and done.  after this fall, i then decided to really take it easy, since i was basically riding blind.  i could barely see which direction the trail turned… let alone all the technical difficulties underneath my tires.  it actually wasn’t too bad once my eyes got used to the night, my mind started to relax, and my cadence slowed.

we both made it out of the trail without any major injuries, and without fines from our illegal ride. despite the absence of the moon light, you couldn’t ask for a better night.

if you’re expecting an answer other than “yes”…. then you are in fact on the wrong website. i have read articles that try to prove that one is more likely to get hit while wearing a helmet than one who is not….. and frankly it’s all 100% bull crap. i happen to drive a car when i am not riding my bike and i occasionally pass cyclist on the road. most of the time you can’t even tell if someone is wearing a helmet until you get pretty close. there is one element of truth to the said article however. the more stable someone looks on their bike, the closer cars get to them. i actually use this to my advantage when i ride by myself (i intentionally try to look a little unstable). if you think that not wearing a helmet is going to give you more room as well…. then you are playing a very risky game. we all know that if you hit your head on something it could cause serious damage. we also, know that there are plenty of opportunities to hit your head while riding in traffic. wearing a helmet should be as automatic as seat belts in your car. and don’t get me started on people that don’t wear seat belts. i have heard arguments that people take unnecessary or extra risks when wearing a helmet, which puts them in more danger. while i believe this to be true in some respects, i think that in general it is a moot point. you could also attribute most foot and leg injuries to shoes. if you were not wearing shoes you’d be going much slower, and you’d be much more careful.

if you decide to not wear a helmet, that’s ok too. after all the organ donor pool is getting pretty low these days. :)

Said the plain clothes cop to the beauty queen
“I’ve seen nothing but a spoke in a wheel”
So she gave up her crown to a kid with a crutch
And they both felt cheated after closing the deal
And the white tooth man I ran with him
Got all cut up from pissin out in the weeds
And a fight upstate with a broken blade
And a wife whose finger never wanted a ring

Said the plain clothes cop to the Indian chief
“I’ve made nothing but an honest mistake”
The postman cried while reading the mail
And we all got trampled in the Christmas parade
And the white tooth man who sold me a gun
A map of Canaan and a government bond
Said “I love this town, but it ain’t the same”
The ski mask ripped as he was putting it on

Said the plain clothes cop to the holy ghost
“I’ve heard nothing if it wasn’t the wind”
And we all got sick on a strip club meal
While the statehouse was fryin all the witches again
So the white tooth man with his kids in the car
And a wad of money that was already spent
Said “I love my dog but she just ran away,
She’ll keep running like the world never ends”

white tooth man

“I think what happens is sometimes you got to break your own narrative. We all have stories we’re living and telling ourselves, and there’s a time when that narrative has to be broken because you’ve run out of freedom in it. You’ve run out of places to go.”

one of my favorite tv shows these days is the discovery channel’s “survivor man”.  in case you have not seen it, it’s a show that is supposed to teach you how to survive in the wilderness. well, today i had this idea for a tv show, probably on comedy central.  i was running late this morning on my way to work, so i didn’t have time to pack any lunch.  besides, someone ate the leftover taco bell that i was thinking of taking in for my lunch.

so there it was 12:10 and my stomach was at an all time low.  i dug around my office looking for some food. i sometimes bring extra non-perishables and leave them in my desk for just such an occasion.  i kind of hit a “jack pot” when i found some top ramen.  so off to the kitchen to “cook” it.  i opened the fridge just to see if by any chance i had some abandoned lunch from earlier in the week.  another jackpot….. i had some turkey that i brought in on ….ummm…. i think it was monday.  let’s just hope it was monday.  i also had some carrots probably from that same day.  i “cooked” the ramen and filled it with the turkey.  so i’m pretty excited how i managed to make a decent meal from basically scraps.  people were passing by the lunch room, commenting, “how can you survive on that stuff?” huh… i chuckled to myself, they didn’t know i had turkey in it :) i actually felt a little stuff afterward….. until. until the terrible pain in my side started. i think it’s my imagination, in fact i think it is my imagination that made me think i brought the turkey in on monday!

i should be ok, by the time i ride home.

night time trial

last night i didn’t get out of work till 7 or so. it was getting dark fast and i kind of forgot that i was riding home. when i stepped outside it was pretty chilly probably about 45 degrees. i had enough clothing… i guess, but it’s always hard to dress in this kind of weather. i was a little cold as i took off but it was bearable.

i felt really strong this evening for some reason. i think i have just been well rested. i just kept my bike in 5th gear and hammered everything. i didn’t notice too much of anything tonight, no stars, no strange lights… just things in front of me. by the time i got to the highway, i was sweating profusely. after about 3 miles someone was driving behind me and beeped their horn at me. it didn’t sound angry, it sounded kind of friendly. i actually thought they were going to offer me a ride. they went around me and stopped in the shoulder. i rode up next to them trying to keep a safe distance. it was a lady and had rolled down her window to talk to me. as i pulled up to the window, she said,”oh, i’m sorry i thought you were my son” i said,”that’s ok, have a good one!”. and off i went. it’s always a bit scary when someone pulls over in a car, you never know what to expect. i’ve had only good experiences so far. i’ve been rescued a few times from bad weather, i’ve met up with old friends who recognized me, and i’ve been queried for directions.

it felt really good to go so fast. the thing to remember when commuting as with life; there is a time and place for everything. if you feel like going fast, go fast…go as fast as you can. if you’re tired, go slow, enjoy your surroundings. if you feel like meeting people, then wave and thank all the cars that wait for you. i’m not sure how to convince you to ride when it”s too cold or too hot, other than mention how important it is to dress properly. for me, if the sense of accomplishment doesn’t out weigh the pain from the cold weather, then it is time to drive. note: i get get a sense of accomplishment from anything.

happy riding!

just awesome!

i almost forgot that i am a unicyclist. it’s been so long since i rode, maybe over a month. last night my son showed me this new youtube video. this guy is riding a koker 36″ uni around ny. pretty crazy. i’ve ridden one of them before and they go really fast. also, the big wheel makes it hard to turn quickly. so enjoy…

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this really hurt.   i went out for a ride on tuesday, and this is what happened.  i was having a pretty mellow time, doing the trail fairly slowly.  my m/o this time was to do every section.   i did do every section….. until i had the fall.  it was one of those slow motion tip over type falls.  i turned around right after this happened,  because i was kind of worried that i was loosing some blood, and i didn’t have a bandaid or anything.

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this is a 2.2 thousand dollar trike.  this is not,ex-cyclism, this is vegas!