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Tour de Cure 2014 ride report

21 Jun

The Tour de Cure (TdC) is a charity ride to help the American Diabetes Association fight diabetes. This year’s ride was May 10th and started from Retama Horse Race Track parking lot. The pre-ride check in was just about daylight at 6:30 and roll out was to be at 7:15.
The Tour organizers provide a riders Breakfast. This year was Tacos as usual, after all this is south Texas. We are the land of Tex-Mex food. The breakfast tacos we enjoy are normally a soft flour tortilla with eggs and some other fillings like potatoes or sausage or bean and cheese. They also had bagels with cream cheese. Fruit juice to drink.
The weather forecast was for a bright sunny day with moderate temperatures. Early in the morning it was cool enough for arm warmers. These stayed on until about mile fifteen. Then with the warming day and a quick tempo riding warmed things to the point of wanting to shed the arm warmers.
The Team Lanterne Rouge was represented by three of us. Kevin, Mario and myself. Some years we have had 6 ride in TdC. In all there is about a dozen members of Team Lanterne Rouge. With the cost of fundraising and personal schedules it is hard to get big group rides together.
Starting from the back.
We have learned in these charity rides it is a good Idea to line up way at the back. It’s good for the moral. When you start up front the faster riders that started behind you pass you. Having a bunch of people pass you makes you feel even slower. When you feel slower you are slower and you get passed by even the other slow people. When you line up near the back then all the fast riders are ahead of you so they never have to pass you and they won’t make you feel slower. Then you get the benefit of being able to pass lots of people and that makes you feel faster. When you feel faster you go faster and you pass more people and you feel good about yourself. As we all know if there is to bikes heading in the same direction, regardless of what they say, they are racing.
Another advantage to starting at the back is that you are encouraged to start slower. Few people I know will warm up before a charity ride. Yes they will before a race but not an easy pace ride. As we all know the body needs to warm up a bit before exertion. When starting at the front the temptation is to roll out hard and fast. By starting at the back we take it real easy for a couple of miles until the crowed thins out. Then we are warmed up before we start kicking up the pace.
As we got started and the crowed was thinning out everybody stopped. Just as one of the front riders had crossed a little bridge and went hard at it to accelerate up the hill her chain broke. This unsettled her and she went down. This brought almost everyone to a complete stop. Fortunately one of her team riders was near her to help her to the side of the road and to call for help. The organizers station volunteer mechanics from LBS at the start and at each rest area for on route service needs.
First rest area and second rest area.
Each of the rest areas are about ten miles apart. They are well equipped with helpful volunteers. They are ready to hold your bike, get you a drink or a bite to eat. These people do the work of putting this ride on and really help make it fun to do. One of the things you can count on is they always have port-a-potties. As we were to about mile 7 the morning coffee kicked in and I starting thinking we will stop at the first rest stop and I will use the rest room. About mile 12 I realized we had shot right past the first stop. By mile 18 or 19 I was contemplating doing a rolling relief like the pros do on the grand tours. In short I was getting desperate. I was glad to see rest area 2. I was not glad to see the long line for the port-a-potties. I guess a lot of riders missed the first stop. While I was waiting I saw one of my friends and chatted. He was waiting for his wife, she was the one who had stopped to help her teammate that had crashed at mile one with the broken chain. He said she is so much faster than himself that he had expected her to have caught him by now. Finally it was my turn at the potties. This is the one time I really don’t like bib shorts. After the mandatory business was out of the way and the water bottle was topped off we rolled out.
From the start to the second rest area we had averaged over 18 mph. By the time we got on the road again we were still looking at a sub 4 hour time for our 65 mile ride. We all were feeling good making good time and rolling fast.
Third rest area
The 10 miles from our stop to the next was quick and easy. The day was warming up and I know about getting cramps. I was worried that if I was not careful I would get cramps. I was thinking about the worst cramps I had ever had. It happened a couple of years ago at this very rest stop location. That year the route was different and this location was about 52 miles that day. This year it was about mile 30. That year my legs cramped so bad I couldn’t even stand much less ride. Since that terrible day I have learned about Pickle juice. Eating dill pickles is a rider standard and drinking some of the juice from the jar. This is intended to prevent cramps. Someone has invented a sport drink called Pickle Juice. It tastes like drinking out of a jar of pickles. It works wonders on cramps. This rest area was handing out the stuff. They even had somebody dressed in a pickle suit.
When we rolled in to this rest stop a little guy came running up offering to hold my bike. He was very young maybe 8 or 9. He was so small that my saddle was almost head high on him. After making sure he had my bike under control I started to go to fill my water bottle and eat some cookies. When I saw one of the bigger boys trying to take over the bike holding duty. The little guy didn’t want to let it go. That’s when I stepped in. I asked how the little guy was doing holding my bike. He looked up with a nervous and shy “Fine”. So I told the older boy “Looks like my bike is in fine hands, maybe you can help someone else.” The little guy smiled like he had just won a prize! He stayed put holding my bike until I was ready to go.
When you leave this rest area you turn right and a few hundred yards up the road you start the biggest climb of the day. It’s not all that much of a hill but it is what it is. Let me just say I have my road bike set up with what I call my alpine gearing. It is a 3×9 with a 50-39-24 triple chainrings on the front and an 11-32 cassette on the back. It is not as fast as fast as my speed gears but it sure will climb and it’s great for endurance rides. When we started up the hill I passed my teammates and caught up to a rider on a Specialized Shiv. He was struggling, as I spun right by him. I could see he was in his lowest gear but the bike was geared too fast for climbing. I still had a whole lower chainring to go down if needed. I looked over and said something to be encouraging. He didn’t reply and only slightly reacted, so I think he heard me. When we reach the top of the hill the road flattened out. I backed off my pace to wait for my teammates. The guy on the Specialized Shiv soon passed me and again didn’t say anything. I thought ‘Ok perhaps he is in a zone so deep that he is not social’. Then as I watched him going up the road he was riding on the left side of the lane. He was just a foot or two from the center line. For clarification we ride the Tour de Cure on open roads with traffic. We have police at most major intersections and they give us right of way but we are expected to obey all traffic laws. We are also supposed to show curtesy to other road users. While his riding down the middle of the road may not exactly be against the law it was not showing road use curtesy. When a car came up behind us with a loud exhaust note that you couldn’t miss even if you are deaf. It was the kind of exhaust that makes everything shake. I heard him coming a long way back. I made sure I stayed to the right side of the lane to give him all the room available. He passed very respectfully at a modest speed. When he came up behind the guy on the Specialized Shiv, who didn’t move over. The car driver held back to our pace behind him for a ways. Then tapped his horn once. When the bike still didn’t move over the car went way out in the oncoming lane to go around the biker. I noted two things. First the car driver though being a young man in a muscle car (not to sound stereotypical) he obeyed the road rules and showed curtesy. Second the bike rider demonstrated an attitude unbecoming a cyclist and failed to set a good example. He rode as if he owned the road. Its little things like this that give drives a bad attitude toward bikes. We have to be on our best behavior all the time.
Half way, slow the pace, working together.
I ride with a Garmin 500 to record the ride and to entertain me with numbers. I like statistics, I’m a bit geeky that way. So I was keeping an eye on it when the Garmin showed me 32.5 miles. This should be the halfway point. I pulled over and let my buddies catch up. We were at just under 2 hours riding so far. That meant we were on schedule for a sub 4 hour metric century. Ok I know that’s not fast. I was thinking about it when they rolled up. I immediately saw the expressions on their faces. I knew right then that a sub 4 hour time would not happen. We never drop our riders on a group ride. In a race that is a different story. This was not a race. If it had been I would not have been leading. Some of our team is much younger (Ok all of them on this ride are younger) and faster than me. I was having a good day feeling strong and fast but one of our number was having a bad day. After taking a break for a few minutes we started out again with a more disciplined approach. On a ride like this when one guy is getting in trouble we treat him as team leader and he sets the pace. Like when you watch a pro bike race and the whole team is protecting the one rider. We each take turns at pulls but when we go into protection mode that rider gets to sit on. We never have to discuss it, we just do it, we just slip back in the pace line ahead of the designated man. Everyone seems to know and understand. I have been the designated man too many times. When every other rider is working extra to help get you home with the pack. You never do anything to make him feel like he is holding you up. This is what friendship and teamwork is all about. Working together so none of your people can fail.
Chipseal, Rest area four
We had resumed riding after our reorganization and we cranked along the central Texas farm to market roads. Most of these roads have been coated with “Chipseal”. If you are not familiar with “Chipseal” it is a cost effective way to seal the surface of a road to stop moisture from getting thru the cracks and under the pavement. Chipseal also adds traction for cars. Both of these extend the life of the road and this is good. I HATE CHIPSEAL!!! It leaves the road surface very rough. It makes for what is called heavy cycling roads. This requires you to work harder for every mile. The rough surface causes noticeable increases in vibration and rolling resistance for bicyclists. The constant vibrations take their toll. The joints start to become sore from the constant shaking. For me it’s the fingers, wrists, elbows and shoulders that feel it most. After you have ridden on it for hours and you turn on to a smooth road the difference is startling. The world gets quitter. You feel like spinning the cranks a little faster. That’s about the time we reached Rest area four.
We again took a short break and refilled our bottles. They had cookies! I have a weakness for Oreo cookies. They had the little snack packs. I’m a big guy so each sandwich is just a bite size morsel of goodness. When riding a 65 mile bike ride you can get away with eating a bunch of cookies. They make quick fuel and last longer than gel packs.
The other guys used the restroom and we got ready to go. You do know that if you’re not drinking enough to have to use the restroom every couple of hours you’re likely getting dehydrated.
Rest area five
Roll out was downhill. That would not sound important but after 40+ miles it’s a nice benefit to getting started again. This took us along side of a creek for a few miles. Along the creeks is where the trees are. With the trees come some shade. Most of what we have ridden was between farmer’s crops. Really when you have passed a few thousand rows of corn it all starts to look kind of similar.
When we pulled into the next rest stop I put my bike in a rack to hold it. The LBS mechanic pointed out that when I did I had not noticed that I put my rear derailleur in a bind. It was nice of him to point it out in a friendly manor. We chatted about bikes. He noticed my deep gearing setup. He was a single speed man himself. His shop was in toward downtown and they specialize in town cruiser bikes and custom single speed bikes.
After filling up on peanut butter and jelly sandwiches and sport drink it was time to go.
To the finish line
The last ten miles of any longish ride seems to be the longest. This is really true when it is about 16 or 17 miles. Each rest stop was about 10 miles apart. This put the last stop about mile 50, but the ride was to be 65. It took a long time, our pace was down, it was getting warm, and the hated Chipseal was taking a toll. We paused on one hill on the ride in to let one of the guys stretch out the beginnings of a cramp.
As we made the last push coming we could hear the announcer talking people in. You can tell when he really recognizes a rider or is just calling them in by looking up the rider’s number. It felt good when he called us in by our team colors and by name. He added a little personal comment about the team keeping together every year. It feels good that they remember you out of hundreds of riders.
After ride food
After the ride the organizers always have a post ride dinner for us. This time it was ok, like most of these things it must be hard to feed close to 1500 people over several hours of completions. We hung around long enough to see some of our friends make it in.
We compared what each of us recorded for route mileage. Mine was lowest and we took an average of the three and what the official route notes said. We think the ride was just over 67 miles not the 62 or 65 that some of the paperwork implied.
The ride home, Milkshakes or Beer
You know it was a long ride when the big decision is Milkshakes or Beer. You see after a medium ride a Beer really sounds good. When the ride gets longer, harder and hotter a Milkshake sure gets to sound wonderful. We chose to stop at a local burger place that is known for thick shakes that you can just barely suck thru a straw.
It was nice to have someone else drive so I got to take a nap.


The voice of complacency

10 Dec

We all have heard the voice of complacency. It’s that little whisper in the back of your head. The one that says “you rode hard just the other day (even if it was two weeks ago) take it easy”. It might say “It’s too cold to ride today”, “oh it’s raining today”, or “you’ve had a hard day, take a rest day”. It is a nagging voice that can drag us down. It tells us all the things we want to hear. I’ll bet we all recognize that voice. It sounds like our own voice but it’s not us. We are the hard ones, the tough ones, we are cyclist!
Since we all hear this voice at times how do we deal with it? Some have the self determination to rise above the voice. They can turn a deaf ear to the voice. Not all of us can. We need to find coping methods. For the strong it may be having a schedule is enough to keep getting us to not listen to the voice. For me I need a bit more help to keep getting me to ride on those days.
I have found a secret weapon against the voice of complacency. This is Gary, (imagine a guy very slim but not skinny, very fit with grey hair and 65 years old) he is my riding buddy. Gray always rides. Anything short of flooding or ice he will be looking for me every week. Having someone expecting you is a great weapon against “the voice”. Knowing that if you don’t show up, he will call to see if you died (that is only a viable excuse if you have a doctor’s note). If you call him to try to beg off you will have to give an explanation. It better be a good one. I’m tired or its cold are not acceptable excuses.
Gary is a strong rider. He rides three days a week. He is almost always faster than me. I have to work hard just to keep up when he is out front. When I’m on the front he can rest.
Gary is retired but he has a busy and full life. He now gets to set his own schedule so he plans on his rides and things just almost never get in the way. Having someone who is expecting you is a great motivator. I recommend finding a ride buddy like I have. Then you can be the motivator for them just as they are for you.

Always Wear Your Helmet

17 Mar

Jeff Helmet
I was riding the other day along a trail I had ridden 100’s of times over the years. When BANG!! I felt like I had been hit in the head with a big hammer. I was dazed to the point that I couldn’t stay on my bike and I fell over.
Let’s back up two hours or so. My buddy and riding partner Kevin and I talked and decided we could get home from work and go ride. We texted back and forth to decide on riding MtBikes. I chose the 2005 GF HiFi (FS)[see “my stable” post]. I wanted to shred some single track. We meet up and I offered to show Kevin a new trail option. Now you need to understand that the City Public Works has had heavy construction equipment down in the Leon Creek Greenbelt for the last few weeks. I think they are upgrading some of the underground pipes that follow the creek bed. The work has been finished in the lower parts. These machines have opened up the creek bed so you can now ride these areas. This promises to be some fast double track as soon as the soil gets some rain on it to flatten the dozer tracks and to pack it down. Right now it’s rough but it would be good for a full suspension MtBike. We turned into this new section and maybe 50 feet in “Pow” the rear tire let go.
I have been running tubeless for about a year now and have sung the praise of tubeless. I found if you run over a big enough hunk of steel rod just right you can flatten the tire. I carry some CO2 cartridges and an inflator, so I spun the wheel around and refilled it. I was trying to get the sealant to plug the hole. It was having nothing to do with it. No way was the sealant going to fix a hole that big. So I pulled out my spare tube and went thru changing the tire by pulling out the tubeless rim liner and putting in the tube. It was a used tube that had been patched. When I got it together it wouldn’t hold air. So I went to pull the wheel back apart when I did a kind MtBiker going by gave me a new tube. By the way rider “Thank you very much”. Then I put the new tube in and aired it up. We took off up this new trail.
Not half a mile later the rear tire is going soft again. I was out of CO2 cartridges and didn’t feel like changing that tire again. So I called my loving wife for a bike change. She was so nice to stop what she was doing and load my 29er in the back of her Toyota 4runner and bring it to me. I walked the half mile or so up into OP Schnabel Park to the pavilion. It is not everyone or every day you can call for a bike change. It is a special feeling to know somebody will help you out like that.
We rode for an hour or so and we set a good fast pace down to Bandera Rd. bridge and back. On the way back I was leading and was cranking along on trails I was very familiar with. This trail I had ridden 100’s of times over the years. When BANG!! I felt like I had been hit in the head with a sledge hammer. I was dazed to the point that I couldn’t stay on my bike and I fell over. I laid on the trail on my back with my legs around my bike and feet still clipped in to the peddles. I took stock of myself, nothing seemed broken. Why was I on the ground? Why was I dizzy? Why is it dark around the edges of my vision? This soon cleared and I sat up and felt dizzy again. I untangled myself from my bike. Kevin was asking if my head was alright. How was my neck? That’s about the time I figured out that my head had hit something hard. I took off my helmet only to find a big hole in it. I had struck a large oak tree that had a limb knot sticking out. I have ridden by that thing for years, never a problem. The moral of the story always wear your helmet! It is on a trail you know well and you’re just cranking along minding your own business that disaster strikes. If I had not had my helmet on I would have been in the hospital, very minimum with a lot of stiches and a concussion. At worst I would never ride again if you know what I mean. Always wear your helmet.
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I see riders every time I ride that don’t wear a helmet. What are they thinking? Are they not thinking? Do they believe they are invincible? Do they really think it could never happen to them? You see a family riding along all the sweet little kids on their bikes wearing helmets and the mother also but then you see dad no helmet. He is responsible for his kids welfare he makes sure they are wearing a helmet but won’t wear one himself. “I just don’t need it” he may say, or “We are going slow”. Well buddy it isn’t always the speed that gets you, it is that six foot fall head first on the concrete. As a parent you need to be there for your kids when they are growing up. Not someone brain damaged. How sad it would be to deprive a kid of their parent just because you think a helmet looks dumb. Riding without a helmet LOOKS REAL DUMB!

Tour de Cure

28 Feb

2012 Team Photo TdCI proudly ride for Team Lantern Rouge. We are a group of friends who like to ride. We get together when we can. One of our primary group rides each year is the Tour de Cure. This benefits the American Diabetes Association. We all know people who are directly affected by this disease. Both adults and young people suffer. I have several friends ranging from teens to seventies that are living with diabetes. It affects their lives and the lives of the whole family. They all have made changes in diet that can help. They all are taking treatment, but that won’t stop the ravages of the disease in the long run.
Diabetes is treatable but even very good treatment is not curing the disease, not yet at least. Some things man cannot change but this is one that can be improved. Maybe a cure can be found. Remember your medical history. Polio was crippling kids and a cure or rather a vaccine was found. Polio no longer cripples or kills the children like it did. Wouldn’t it be great to be able to do the same with the disease diabetes?

Most of us will never see the toll on the day to day lives of these people our friends and neighbors. Do you know anyone who is diabetic? Do you even need to ask them what it is like? To watch everything you eat, to take your medication on time every time. Knowing that every time you make a mistake; eat the wrong thing or drink the wrong thing or forget to watch the clock for your next dose that you could be putting yourself in the hospital. Those same mistakes may do nothing today but what about ten or twenty years down the road? What we take for granted like a cold bear after a hot afternoon ride. What is the effect on the body if you’re diabetic? Is it the one that will start you on the road to blindness or the crippling reality of amputation? That is the reality that those who live with diabetes live with every day for the rest of your life.

The American Diabetes Association is working diligently to fund research to find a cure, and to educate the community on how to prevent & manage diabetes. We are in this fight for people like our friends like Mario (a Red Rider), Newman, Big Joe (senior) or Zach (teenager) and for the over 26 million people diagnosed with the disease across the United States. Please support of our continuing efforts and your commitment to Stop Diabetes! To Learn more about our special events & programs, feel free to visit http://www.diabetes.org/sanantonio

To support us directly in the Tour de Cure you can make a direct donation to The American Diabetes Association thru our rider page. I’m willing to put forward the hard work to do the 74 mile ride this year can you put forth a donation to demonstrate your support?

Hot Riding, Riding Hot

20 Feb

Hot Riding
This is the time of year to start enjoying riding our bikes. Here in south Texas we are already getting some days that are in the upper 70’s. I feel sorry for you fellow riders who are suffering in doors on the trainer or who are not getting any ride time due to cold and/or snow. I had the opportunity to ride the roadie the past two days. Nothing too big, just enough to shake the cobwebs out and to blow a little of the rust out of the pipes.
We get to enjoy nine or ten months of good riding weather. If you don’t mind four of those being blazing hot! Take notice of the temperature shown in the photo above of my old Bell f20 speedometer. It is reading 112.0 Fahrenheit. That photo was taken June 16, 2012 on the Leon Creek Greenbelt pathway. June is a warm month but it is July, August and September you have to watch out for here. Just as some in the northern areas can’t ride in the cold months we have to be careful of the hot ones. You might say but that is dry heat! Sorry to tell you that much of the moisture that feeds up in to the plains and mid-west came from the gulf coast right across south Texas. We spend most of our year in the 70% to 80% humidity range.
What do we do you ask? We will try to ride early in the day when the overnight low has taken the temperature all the way down in to the 80’s. Riding in the relative cool of the morning helps but that is not always available.
Yes, hydrate, hydrate, hydrate, hydrate if you even think about it at these temperatures it may be too late. If you get the least bit behind you’re done for. You can’t drink enough or fast enough to replenish while you are riding. A good rule of thumb is if you haven’t had to stop and relive yourself (peeing) every one to two hours you’re not drinking enough for the high temperatures. At two hours you must stop and drink a quart if you haven’t had to relive yourself. When we ride in the heat we each take two 20 oz water bottles and will drink one every 7 to 10 miles or less. Planning on stopping to get drinks every 15 to 20 miles. We will refill bottles several times in a 50 or 60 mile ride.
We always try to ride as a buddy system, trying to always ride in pairs or groups. We learn to watch out for the signs of overheating. The Red Face, not tracking a straight line, dropping back and falling off the pace, not conversing, sort or wrong answers to questions, quick temper, lethargic or slow comprehension, cramps. Knowing what to do is just as important and recognizing the problem.
When people are working outside in the heat and you tell them they should take a break they recognize they should. It’s work and everybody knows that if you’re working hard in the heat you will need breaks. When a rider is overheated he may not recognize he needs a break. He may not feel the heat getting to him. He has the wind blowing on him as he rides. This can fool you in to exceeding safe heat limits. Riders may resist stopping or taking a break. What to do? Play weak! Get the overheated rider to wait for you, tell them you’re over cooked. Slow down to a very easy pace; get them to slow to a coasting pace. Start drinking, even little sips, making a show of it, you’re trying to encourage the thought of drinking. The overheated one likely won’t recognize they haven’t been drinking enough. Make sure they have water and or sport drink to gulp. If not, it is imperative that you get this to them. They are losing the ability to comprehend what is best for them. Stop someplace to refill your water, if you can’t find some place immediately share yours. Pouring or dumping cool (not cold) water on the head, neck and shoulders is a good way to get the brain temperature down to the point they can think again. Ice water can be dangerous. You can cause shock if you get too aggressive with the cooling.
In a case like this I have never seen a convenience store clerk not let a rider sit in the stores air conditioning while he drinks a large sports drink (that he bought at this store). Getting a troubled rider in to cool air is best. Fill them with fluid and sit them out of the sun in the air conditioning and they will revive in short order. When they do don’t let them push on, they will have a lot of residual heat that will take hours to dissipate. It will also take hours to get the fluid back in them. When a steak is overcooked you can’t make it rare! Only cool time will fix this. It is best if they get someone to pick them up. If you’re going to continue riding ride slow, coast down hills.
Some of the stores around here are carrying a sport drink call “Pickle Juice”. This stuff tastes nasty! Think of taking and drinking the juice out of a jar of pickles. This stuff works! In my case when I’m getting cramps I throw down a little bottle (2.5 oz) and drink some water and in a couple in minutes I’m fine. I have used it for the last couple of Tour de Cure rides with great success.
Take care of each other and be smart, enjoy the ride, protect the rider.

The About Page

18 Feb

Jeff BikeGo see the About Page for some JeffBike history, I updated it.

Rain, Rain go away, or how to hurt your pride.

25 Jan

Living in South Texas we only get about 33 inches of rain a year. The last few years have been a drought and we have had even less. Our average for December thru March is less than 2 inches a month. So if you call me a fair weather rider I would reply “and so?” With as little rain as we get and as many days of sun, I can afford to be a fair weather rider.
The exception is times like the last two weeks. Each opportunity I can make to go ride it has ended up raining. Cold drizzle mostly, just enough to make it sloppy. I don’t like to ride in the rain, mud and cold. It makes my bad knees hurt, when I get chilled to the bone.
Last Saturday was the exception. The day started out overcast and cool. It had rained overnight and was drizzly in the morning. By the afternoon the sun had shown and the temperature was running in the upper fifties. With the rain overnight we had concerns about trail conditions. Would the trails be muddy? Would they be slick? Would the trail be too fragile and be damaged?
We had talked before we went that we planned to ride our MtBikes on the paved pathway on the Leon Creek Greenbelt (LCG). We were thinking the pathway would be wet and covered with leaves. The pathway conditions were as we expected. The road bikes would have been risky to dangerous. No sooner had we gotten to the pathway (see “Welcome to Leon Creek Greenbelt” post) than Jonathan said “Let’s just check how wet the trails are!” We quickly found that even with the overnight rain the trails had held up well. That is just how quick we are willing to drop the pavement for the dirt. Oh we love our road bikes and I put a lot more miles on my road bike than my MtBike each year. When it is cool and damp spending some time on the MtBike out of the wind in the shelter of the trees comes as a good idea.
I road down the pathway to meet Jonathan at the Prue road bridge to start the ride. I started leading us down the under the cliff trail to O.P. Schable park. We followed the track up in to the park and on to the Small pavilion then round to the parking lot. We meet up with Kevin and Sean. Sean is new to our group and has just gotten a Giant 29er. Kevin, who is looking to get a new MtBike, lead us thru the wooded paths back down in to the LCG. After crossing the creek turned south on the east side trails heading toward Bandera road. I was bringing up the rear in last man position. We had only gone a mile or so, coming upon some hikers coming the other direction. They were a family of five or six. We were able to pass with only having to slow.
We were feeling good zipping along making good progress. You know the kind of ride. We weren’t setting any records but we were having fun. Then BANG I found myself lying on my side on the ground. Sometimes when you crash you see it coming. You go thru the air in slow motion. You see the ground coming and you think ‘I got to get unclipped and oh this is going to hurt’. You have time to see and to be aware of details. You know you have no control but none the less you know what is coming. This crash was not at all like that. It was so quick that one second I was riding and the next I was on the ground. Nothing in between to tell me what happened.
The ugly detail is I hooked a tree with the tip of my right handle bar. Only the last half inch or so was marked with a scuff and some bark. You know that tree didn’t even show a mark on it. I landed on my left hip on some roots and a rock. Yep that left a mark. I was bruised for a few days, but it was my pride mostly.
We stood around for a few minutes letting me clear my head and catch my breath. The other guys all said that I should lead. I think they wanted to see me crash again. I set out on an easy pace.


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